[Intro — crickets, tape hiss, reversed birdsong] [Female, whisper] The flowers only open when nobody's watching. [Male] That's a bit inconvenient, isn't it? [Soft laughter, repeating guitar] [Verse 1 — deep male] At the end of a street where the streetlights sleep, There's a little iron gateway and a garden six miles deep. A woman with a watering can was talking to the rain, Said, "The clouds are feeling sensitive. They've had a dreadful day." She wore a crown of lavender and boots of painted gold, And her pockets held the stories that the winter never told. I asked her what was growing in the beds beside the wall; She said, "Everything you buried when you swore you felt nothing at all." There were roses made of memories and trees of tangled doubt, And a vine of little worries trying desperately to get out. But the strangest thing was standing in the centre of the green: A flower made of darkness With the brightest leaves I'd seen. [Pre-Chorus — female, strings] Let it rain upon the broken ground, Let the roots go wandering down. There's a beauty in the things we hide, There's a universe on the other side. [Chorus — female lead, harmonies] Underneath the moon, let the garden grow, Let the little wildflowers find their way home. We don't have to bloom every single day, Even stars need darkness just to show the way. Oh, darling, let the seasons move, Let the old earth make something new. All the love you thought you'd lost too soon Is sleeping in the garden underneath the moon. [Instrumental — Brazilian percussion, shimmering guitar] [Sample, tinny radio] "Tonight's forecast: scattered feelings, occasional enlightenment." [Male] Take an umbrella, apparently. [Verse 2 — male, rhythmic] I saw a tree that carried every promise I had made, Some were growing into branches, some were slowly turning grey. A tiny patch of daffodils was singing out of tune, While a cactus looked offended at the presence of the moon. The gardener said, "Don't worry, every garden has its thorns. The trick is learning which ones need your hands and which need storms." Then she showed me little seedlings in a cracked ceramic bowl, Said, "These are all the tender parts you tried to keep controlled." I recognised a younger me, afraid to make a sound, Who'd spent so long avoiding hurt he'd never left the ground. I bent down to the flowers, and the petals turned to light, Like the dawn had sent a letter to the middle of the night. [Pre-Chorus — female and male] [Female] Let it rain upon the broken ground, [Male] Let the roots go wandering down. [Female] You are not the storm you knew, [Both] There is something green inside of you. [Chorus — female, wider harmonies] Underneath the moon, let the garden grow, Let the little wildflowers find their way home. We don't have to bloom every single day, Even stars need darkness just to show the way. Oh, darling, let the seasons move, Let the old earth make something new. All the love you thought you'd lost too soon Is sleeping in the garden underneath the moon. [Breakdown — distant cello] [Old woman] "Nothing blooms by being shouted at." [Male, spoken] I thought I'd have to pull the darkness from its roots, Dig until my hands were bleeding, find a way to make it move. But she said, "You cannot rush a flower into spring. You can give it room and water, let it grow into its thing." [Female, luminous] Be kind to what is waking. Be gentle with the years. Even mountains slowly soften When they learn to welcome tears. [Instrumental — violin, tremolo guitar] [Verse 3 — male, warm] Then the moon began to shimmer like a lantern made of snow, And the garden turned to silver from the rooftops down below. All the flowers started singing in a quiet crooked choir, And the little darkened blossom grew a crown of golden fire. I asked the woman, "Tell me, does the sadness ever end?" She said, "Sometimes it changes shape, and sometimes it's a friend. You needn't build a mansion for the hurt to move right in, But you needn't lock the doorway when the weather turns again." So I filled my coat with moonlight and a handful of the rain, And I thanked the little garden for not asking me to change. At the gate she called behind me as the city came in view: "The flowers aren't the only things That have been growing here with you." [Final Chorus — female harmonies, guitars and strings] Underneath the moon, let the garden grow, Let the little wildflowers find their way home. We don't have to bloom every single day, Even stars need darkness just to show the way. Oh, darling, let the seasons move, Let the old earth make something new. All the love you thought you'd lost too soon Is sleeping in the garden underneath the moon. [Outro — insects, organ, humming] [Male] Can I come back? [Gardener] Darling, you never really left. [Female] Let it grow... [Long instrumental fade]
