[Verse 1] You walk the garden path in linen, unhurried and alone, A ripe fig split beside the wall, warm stone beneath your toes. The little falcon on your glove knows when to stay and when to fly; You learned the price of every seed, and now the vines reply. [Pre-Chorus] No borrowed crown, no open hand Can tell you what you’re worth. You made a home from patient plans And let the good things grow. [Chorus] You have enough, you have your own, A quiet table, keys, and room to roam. What you have tended, what you’ve made, Is yours to keep, and yours to give away. [Verse 2] A brass key turns; the courtyard fountain keeps its measured song, Your ledger rests beside the pears, the sums all coming right. You don’t mistake a velvet gate for somewhere you belong; You choose the door, you choose the hour, you choose the length of night. [Pre-Chorus] The harvest came by hand and time, By saying yes and no. You know the pleasure of the fruit Because you watched it grow. [Chorus] You have enough, you have your own, A quiet table, keys, and room to roam. What you have tended, what you’ve made, Is yours to keep, and yours to give away. [Instrumental Break: expressive bent-note guitar solo trading phrases with dubby psychedelic keys] [Bridge] And if the garden asks for tending, You can rest before you start. Worth is not a thing you’re spending; It is rooted in your heart. [Final Chorus] You have enough, you have your own, A quiet table, keys, and room to roam. What you have tended, what you’ve made, Is yours to keep, and yours to give away. You have enough—take in the view; The life you chose is blooming around you. [Outro] The gate swings easy. Evening settles in. Your hands are free; the harvest is within.
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