Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds

Down in the willow garden, me and my love did meetAnd as we sat

It’s up in the morning it’s on the downsAnd little white clouds like gamboling

When you’re feeling like a loverNothing really matters anymoreI saw you standing there in

Across the oceans across the seas, Over forests of blackened trees. Through valleys so

This garden that I built for youThat you sit in now and yearnI will