Artist: Greg Brown
I went to the Garden of Love,
And saw what I never had seen;
A Chapel was built in the midst,
Where I used to play on the green.
And the gates of this Chapel were shut,
And 'Thou shalt not' writ over the door;
So I turned to the Garden of Love
That so many sweet flowers bore.
And I saw it was filled with graves,
And tombstones where flowers should be;
And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars my joys and desires.
| 1 | Pound It On Down* |
| 2 | Whippoorwill |
| 3 | Skinny Days |
| 4 | Kokomo |
| 5 | Coneville Slough |
| 6 | Eugene |
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