Final Storm

Comin' a terrible storm
Shakin' the souls of the dead
Quakin' the floor underfoot
Shakin' the roof over head
Not since I was a child
Have I feared.

Mistress Mary, quite contrary
How does your garden grow.

Not so well, she said, see the lily's dead
Pull it up, and out you go.

Mistress mary, quite contrary
How does your garden grow.

Oh it's dry, she wailed
See the iris failed
Dig it up, and out you go.

It's a maze this garden
It's a maze of ways.

Mistress mary
Quite contrary
How does your garden
Grow.

Something wrong inside it
It's a maze this garden
It's a maze of ways.

Had an early frost
Now it's gone it's lost
Dig it up, and out
You go
High on a hill.

Something
Wrong is inside it.

It's a maze this garden
It's a maze of ways
Meant to lead a soul astray
It's a maze this garden
It's a maze of ways
It's a maze this garden
It's a maze of ways
Meant to lead a soul astray.

Mistress mary, quite contrary
How does your garden grow
Had an early frost
Now it's gone, it's lost
Dig it up, and out you go (Mary!)
You're out, you go (Mary!)
Out, you go.

[Lily hums...come to my garden]

There it is! There's the door
There's the door to the garden.