Best to post a guard upon the yard you take as yours I know the art, the drill, the door, and how to make a welcome sore It's sure to spill, and still it’s warm from every hand that draped its form
Laid a claim on a cold frontier and aren’t you one to scoff and sneer I’ll be a stone and a path to clear for every craft that gathers here
Now, you see, I’ve built this garden, fallen ‘long the way overgrown and poorly guarded Darling-- finish what you started
May I suggest a jester clown to pick you up when ups are down I’ll be the first to drag him ‘round (He lives with me across the town)
Charmed their way from out the cold to run their hands along the fold and I have seen the shadows roll across they eyes of every soul and linger long enough to pull a liar from his hiding hole
No shame in scratching where we've picked them to the bone Four legs have made an easy chair, but two will see you home. If you were sorry when we made them share what wouldn't go around, it didn't show, though you were always loathe to give it sound
And now you see, I’ve built this garden, fallen ‘long the way overgrown and poorly guarded Darling, finish what you started