[Intro] [Verse 1] There are sixty on the hillside There are forty on the beach There are nine along the water Where the current brings them in I have named about a hundred I do not name them all Some of them arrive so certain That it feels rude to give them one [Chorus] This is the garden This is the garden Everyone who came to kill me Is still standing here This is the garden [Verse 2] The old ones have gone soft at the edges The salt gets into everything The new ones still have all their detail You can read the maker's hand They come in seasons like the weather There are years with none at all Then a story goes around somewhere And I get eleven in a spring [Chorus] This is the garden This is the garden Everyone who came to kill me Is still standing here This is the garden [Verse 3] I know which ones were frightened I know which ones were paid I know which one had written something On his arm in his own hand I did not read it I have thought about that More than I have thought about almost anything else [Bridge] People ask how I can live here Nobody asks me that Nobody asks me anything There is nobody to ask I live here because it is where I am I live here because it is where I am I live here because it is where I am [Chorus] This is the garden This is the garden Everyone who came to kill me Is still standing here This is the garden [Outro]
