No One

In my garden I sit with half a smile
Amongst water whispers, beneath a sun dial
A gil in green with a golden mane
Our chance has gone and won’t come again
And no one sees what we see
And no one believes what we believe
And no one sees what we see
And no one believes what we believe
In my garden behinde Bastide walls
I will hide from the herd and their feral calls
Stained glass light bathes these stained hands
Fountains and statues — my only motherland
And no one sees what we see
And no one believes what we believe
And no one sees what we see
And no one believes what we believe
In my garden vine and moss
Wine and water and a golden cross
In my garden behind a bolted door
Woith our lady, and Balder an Thor
And no one sees what we see
And no one believes what we believe
And no one sees what we see
And no one believes what we believe
And no one sees what we see
And no one believes what we believe
And no one sees what we see
And no one believes what we believe
And no one sees what we see
And no one believes what we believe
And no one sees what we see
And no one believes what we believe