The Gardener

B You tilled up my heart and then planted a seed B With time it watered and sprouted a dream B Granted me sight so I could see a need G#m F# E B But why let me see it to take it from me? G#m F# E B Why let me see it to take it from me? B In this sad hour at the end of each day B My fingers remember well how to point blame B So I look at the sky and again I will say G#m F# E B Why let me taste it to take it away? G#m F# E E Why let me taste it to take it away? G#m F# E E B Now in the harvest my soul you will reap B Dying and living in the dichotomy B Of a violent type love as it crucifies me G#m F# E B But I know you better when I am in need G#m F# E I know you better when I am in need G#m F# E E G#m B F# E God the gardener when the autumn comes I will not seasons fear G#m B F# E With the pruning a branch is stronger, I will learn to love the shears G#m B F# E God the gardener when the autumn comes I will not seasons fear G#m B F# E With the pruning a branch is stronger, I will learn to love the shears