The Garden

Hold a map in your hands with your plans with your man Hold a map in your hands with your plants in your garden You're a doctor doctor find your way about Hanging on beneath they try to shake you out You're moorish you're porous Always cutting corners You are the mountain you are lonesome Colour the ocean follow the ocean Draw a doctor doctor find your way about Hanging on beneath they try to shake you out Out Five o'clock on Sunday morning What you want is hiding in there Five o'clock on Sunday morning Why don't you come and fetch me out Five o'clock on Sunday morning What you want is hiding in there Five o'clock on Sunday morning Why don't you come and fetch me out Beat the sun and they will come They will come they will come come right to you Beat the sun and they will come They will come they will come come right to you Look out to the planes [???]