Martha Redbone Performs 'Garden of Love'
(chanting).
(shaking maraca, drumming).
I laid me down Upon a bank Where Love Lay sleeping And I heard Among the rushes dank A Weeping Weeping Then I went to the heath and the wild To the thistles and thorns of the waste And they told me how they were beguiled Driven out, and compelled to be chaste I went to the Garden of Love And saw what I never had seen A chapel was built in the midst Where I used to play on the green And the gates of this chapel were shut And "Thou shalt not," writ on the door So I turned to the Garden of Love That so many sweet flowers bore Heya heya haaa weya heya haa Wey hey na ha na heya haaaa hey Woo Heya heya haaa weya heya haa Wey hey na ha na heya haaaa Woo And I saw it was filled with graves And tombstones where flowers should be And priests in the black gowns Were walking their rou-ou-ou-ounds And binding With briars My Joys and desires I went to the Garden of Love I went to the Garden of Love I went to the Garden of Love I went to the Garden of Love Woo!
Woo!
Woo!
Doo Doo-doo-doo Doo-doo-doo Woo!
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