| The Gardener In White
Lyric by Clive James, music by Pete Atkin
When the Gardener in White
Comes to gather flowers
This happiness of ours
Could be just a landing light
To guide him through the night.
And then your gentle ways
And all your pretty things
Will meet the glance that slays
The subtle rustle of his wings
And the sudden whistle of the sickle that he brings.
With few but with how splendid stars
The purple sky's alight
And the one that flies towards you
Is the Gardener in White.
When the Gardener in White
Zeroes on the heat
Each time our bodies meet
You can never hide the fire
As he sweeps to his desire.
He flits in silhouette
Across the hunter's moon
The whisper of a threat
Like a fin in the lagoon
Arriving never later than a day or two too soon.
With few but with how splendid stars
The purple sky's alight
And the one that flies toward you
With his sword-point eyes toward you
Is the Gardener in White.
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