Hesperus Garden

Lend me a little while,
a little while the key
rarer than books and pearls
and beads bright to see.
It locks your heavy portal
and then I'll give you back
this little Key of Dreams,
straight out of my pack.
Oh well, well, well.
Oh my, oh my.
Your fate is fixed,
and my mind is mixed up
for good.
Give me the key
that locks your tired eyes,
brighter than painted books that
make men wise.
And I will lend you this one,
one from my pack.
Take it (take it), take it (take it),
now give it back!
Oh well, well, well.
Oh my, oh my.
Your fate is fixed,
and my mind is mixed up
for good.
Sometimes,
oh sometimes,
I know the way,
you walk,
you walk up over the bay.
It is the wind,
from that distant dusty sea,
that blows the fragrance
of your hair to me.
Or in the garden
when the breeze,
when the breeze, oh,
it touches my trees,
to stir their shadows
on the red grass.
I see you pass,
you always just pass.
You always just pass.
What if we stopped
and let ourselves go by?
There by the wayside,
forgotten, you and I.
What if my ghost
caught and captured yours?
would you still hide
behind the bolted doors?
Oh well, well, well.
Oh my, oh my.
Your fate is fixed,
and my mind is mixed up
for good.
Oh well, well, well.
Oh my, oh my.
Your fate is fixed,
and my mind is mixed up
for good.
Mixed up good!