Gates to The Garden

Nick Cave and the bad seeds

Past the ivy-covered windows of
 The Angel
 Down Athenaeum Lane to the cathedral
 Through the churchyard I wandered
 Sat for a spell there and I pondered
 My back to the gates of the garden
 My back to the gates of the garden
 My back to the gates of the garden

Fugitive fathers, sickly infants, decent mothers
 Runaways and suicidal lovers
 Assorted boxes of ordinary bones
 Of aborted plans and sudden shattered hopes
 In unlucky rows, up to the gates of the garden
 In unhappy rows, up to the gates of the garden
 In unlucky rows, up to the gates of the garden

Won't you meet me at the gates
 Won't you meet me at the gates
 Won't you meet me at the gates
 To the garden

Beneath the creeping shadow of the tower
 The bell from St. Edmunds informs me of the hour
 I turn to find you waiting there for me
 In sunlight and I see the way that you breathe
 Alive and leaning on the gates of the garden
 Alive and leaning on the gates of the garden
 Alive and leaning on the gates of the garden

Leave these ancient places to the angels
 Let the saints attend to their keeping of the cathedrals
 And leave the dead beneath the ground so cold
 For God is in this hand that I hold
 As we open up the gates of the garden

Won't you meet me at the gates
 Won't you meet me at the gates
 Won't you meet me at the gates
 To the garden