Oh if I were a garden green
I’d bend and bend to be between
I’d feed the rocks with tales to shock
Even the high flying parrots above me.
I’d feed the monkeys, and the children too,
If I were a garden green.
If I were a canopy rich and moist
I’d hang like a beautiful creature.
A person, an almost beautiful person
And I’d smile like a wide-eyed idiot
Cos I’d be free, you see,
Free, that’s me.
If I were a garden, green and delightful
I’d make sure that lovers found their way through me
I’d be warm and bewitching
…and as utterly discreet as I could possibly be right beneath them.
Oh If I were a garden, green and downy,
I’d fly the smallest bird a way through my treetops,
if I were a garden green.
If I were shiny, a green and delightful garden
I’d fill myself with flowers and creatures and smells and lights.
I’d be green and sight-ly,
Moist and dappled,
Clean and matted,
If I were a garden green.
I’d be a green, green sight
I do believe, indeed, a sight to be seen, in multifarious green! –
That’s a green, green face in a green, green place.
Not so ugly, you see, that’s me.
