Wishbone Ash
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In a garden of the southland
He found her wandering astray
She came to show him of her beauty
That many passersby don't see
Would you be taking in such frail looking lady?
The sadness of her lone display
Dressed in yellow fire burning
The corner dweller on the lane
Sorrow was her only feeling
For she could have no living shame
Take good care and time to sow your own true seed
The summers end will bring your leaving
Then he journeyed for a long ways
And she was never in his mind
Came he home to just a memory
For the lady she had died
Take good care and time to sow your own true seed
The summers end will bring your leaving
- :
- Live In Paris
- Elegant Stealth
- Tough
- Distillation
- Front Page News
- New England
- Locked In
- Wishbone Four
- Pilgrimage
- Smoke Without Fire
- Strange Affair
- Illuminations
- No Smoke Without Fire
- Number The Brave
- Just Testing
- Live Dates III
- Miscellaneous
- 40th Anniversary Concert - Live In London
- Live in Paris 2015
- Road Works