Gates To The Garden

Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds

1. Past the ivy-covered windows of
   The Angel
   Down Athenaeum Lane to the cathedral
   Through the churchyard I wandered
   Sat for a spell there and I pondered
   My back to the gates
   My back to the gates
   My back to the gates of the garden
   
   Fugitive fathers, sickly infants, decent mothers
   Runaways and suicidal lovers
   Assorted boxes of ordinary bones
   Of aborted plans and sudden shattered hopes
   In unlucky rows
   ln unhappy rows
   In unlucky rows, up to the gates of the garden

R: Won't you meet me at the gates
   Won't you meet me at the gates
   Won't you meet me at the gates
   To the garden

2. Beneath the creeping shadow of the tower
   The bell from St. Edmunds informs me of the hour
   I turn to find you waiting there for me
   In sunlight and I see the way that you breathe
   Allve and leaning
   Allve and leaning
   Allve and leaning on the gates of the garden
   
   Leave these ancient places to the angels
   Let the saints attend to their keeping of the cathedrals
   And leave the dead beneath the ground so cold
   For God is in this hand that I hold
   As we open up the gates of the garden

R: Won't you meet me at the gates...