June Tabor - A proper sort of gardener

^FOnce upon a time I found a garden ^BbPicked the brightest ^Fthings that I could ^Csee An ^Fapron full of Mister Harding's flowers And I ^Bbdidn't know that ^Fhe was watching ^Cme ^BbStraight away my ^Ammother ran to ^Gm7tell him ^BbWondering what ^Amhe would say or ^Gm7do ^FMister Harding ^Amsmiled and said, "She's ^Bbjust a little child I ^Fknew that she'd be ^Cpicking them for ^Fyou"

^FBy the fire, dad would tell me stories ^BbOne of them con^Fcerned a garden ^Ctoo Where the ^Flion and the lamb lay down together And ^Bbevery lovely ^Ffruit and flower ^Cgrew The ^Bbgardener sent his ^Amchildren in to ^Gm7play there Re^Bbjoicing in the ^Ambrightness of the ^Gm7day But ^Fwhen they went ex^Amploring and took a ^Bbfruit to taste He ^Fcursed them both and ^Csent them on their ^Fway

^BbEven then I ^Amrealised ^Gmin my childish ^Fmind That he ^Bbwasn't a proper ^Fgardener of the ^CMister Harding ^Fkind ^{C Bb F}

^FMister Harding's garden was all taken By ^Bblesser men with ^Fconcrete in their ^Cminds ^FFactory chimneys grew instead of daisies No ^Bbbutterflies from ^Fthat assembly ^Cline My ^Bbmother faded ^Amfaster than a ^Gm7flower ^BbDad sat in the ^Amdarkness and ^Gm7cried ^FMister Harding ^Ammoves a little ^Bbslower than before But ^Fstill he tends the ^Cgrave where they both ^Flie

Wher^Bbever it is they've ^Amgone to, I ^Gmhope that they will ^Ffind A ^Bbproper sort of ^Fgarden of the ^CMister Harding ^Fkind ^{C Bb F}

The ^Bbfoolish woman ^Amsometimes feels des^Gm7pairing ^BbThinks it seems so ^Amvery hard to ^Gm7find The ^Fchild tries to ^Amplant a little, ^Bbeverywhere she goes That ^Fspecial love of the ^CMister Harding ^Fkind

^BbSomeday when I'm ^Amolder, ^Gmmaybe I will ^Ffind That I've ^Bbgrown into a ^Fgardener of the ^CMister Harding ^Fkind ^{C Bb F}