Testo The Garden Boy

You take me often to these shores Stranger though you are Wasted by the times, the brass, the bravery A long long way from home For France's broken frame St. Valery's hollow ground lies near you. It's only thorugh your letters home Faded now by time That I so late have come to know you I feel the pain inside You took great care to hide From those who waited long for only sorrow. And oh the truth Could make us see The waste that was to follow For you are still The Garden Boy In St. Valery's broken hollow. Now still your garden grows On the home farms' wooded road Where the heavy horses started out their day Led by the man once proud He despairs your distant shroud Your young heart was the reason for his labours And oh the truth Could make us see The wase that was to follow For you are still The Garden Boy In St. Valery's broken hollow