Of Raymond [Roger Moutenot]

I have stood here in this garden

Where you placed me in the spring

I have held my arms gracefully from my side

A dog dish and an afro pick

You laid beside me as a trick

Of compassion that comes through the night

In fields of green this field of straw

There ain't no telling what we saw

As we stand together on this hill

I used to be a part of a more complicated scheme

As furniture with glass upon my head

You paint me white you clean me off

You say my name each time you cough

It's a pattern as old as it gets

I'll stay right here till you get back

I'm concrete white you're plastic black

I'm a statue of the Virgin Mary

I am free from all decisions

I am free from all despair

You can see there's not a wrinkle on my face

Looks pretty good from where I stand

No crying fields no sins of man

All for the love of Raymond

All for the love of Raymond