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The palace is golden and the garden is green, our own food grows in the yard
But we aintâ got no baby to share it with and this is proving hard
Has something in the water made a mess out of me that we ainât got no baby
Has something in the well made a mess out of me that we ainât got no child
Well we try and do it right almost every night, every trick and every vitamin weâre told
In golden afternoons weâre like loving spoons, just tell me where the damn things are sold
Has something in the water made a mess out of me that we ainât got no baby
Has something in the well made a mess out of me that we ainât got no child
Well weâve been to the doctor with the cold cold hands, best not to lay those best laid plans
Nothing seems wrong but the hell inside of emptiness and vanished pride
But all the way back home we'll roll, we'll hide our tear stained eyes
Well may all the strollers roll, but empty yet is ours
Iâll make a lullaby so woeful sad, Iâll make the angels weep
The angels that guard our unborn child will cry themselves to sleep
And then with good faith and with glowing heart, Iâll cure your sorrow deep
As I take my song to that cloudy crib and with our baby creep
And all the way back home will roll, we'll wipe our joyful eyes
Well may all the strollers roll but happiest is ours
The palace is golden and the garden is green our own food grows in the yard
- Album:
- Domestic Eccentric
- I Never Sang Before I Met You
- Tender Is the Night
- My Hands Are On Fire And Other Love Songs
- Tender Is the Night (Deluxe Edition)
- Selections From Tender Is The Night
- Sam the Record Man: Halifax 2004
- Hinterland
- Mole in the Ground
- Black Hen Music 2007 Sampler
- Proof of Love
- Black Hen Music: 2008 Sampler
- 41ème Festival Interceltique de Lorient
- Celtic Colours Live, Vol. 3