The Garden Lyrics - Donovan Leitch

In the garden of Truth 

There dwells as bird 

With feathers of a yellow gold 

And all thru' the day 

The sun he play upon his raiment gay 

In the garden of Truth 

There dwells as bird 

With feathers of a silver pale 

And all night long 

The moon she shone upon her raiment warm 

And all within the branches of this great oak tree 

That some call the Tree of Life 

And the wise men they come 

And they rest upon the roots 

And they hear the song. 

And all within the branches of this great oak tree 

That some call the Tree of Life 

Ande the wisemen they come 

To rest upon the roots 

And they hear the song.