Lyrics

[Intro] The Garden by Mark Strand For Robert Penn Warren [Verse] It shines in the garden In the white foliage of the chestnut tree In the brim of my father's hat as he walks on the gravel In the garden, suspended in time, my mother sits in a redwood chair Light fills the sky, the folds of her dress, the roses tangled beside her And when my father bends to whisper in her ear, when they rise to leave and the swallows dip and soar and the moon and stars have drifted off together, it shines Even as you lean over this page, late and alone, it shines Even now in the moment before it disappears