In the Garden

In the garden I'm told
Before I was born
In the still working morning
The seed was sown
Of the lamb and the lion
From maiden I'm told

She wore her hair
Around her neck
At the foot of the bed
Where I've been kept
The sea of white roses
Where lower things crept
In the black night

In the garden behold
The overgrown
Weeds and wild flowers
Swallowed them both
Where they moved with their maker
To them, now they're ghosts
In the black night