Largely inspired by the lateness of the hour, and the wonderful book by Philippa Pearce
Midnight Garden
Midnight and chimes begin to ring
The grandfather clock strikes thirteen
A door opening into a world unseen
Times past and present together bring
The past holds firm, remains to cling
A garden lost in time, what has been
Midnight and chimes begin to ring
The grandfather clock strikes thirteen
Into the garden, a girl upon a swing
Flower beds, walls, a wondrous scene
Dreams of the past, what can it mean?
Time unfolds like a coiled spring
Midnight and chimes begin to ring
Midnight and chimes begin to ring
The grandfather clock strikes thirteen
A door opening into a world unseen
Times past and present together bring
The past holds firm, remains to cling
A garden lost in time, what has been
Midnight and chimes begin to ring
The grandfather clock strikes thirteen
Into the garden, a girl upon a swing
Flower beds, walls, a wondrous scene
Dreams of the past, what can it mean?
Time unfolds like a coiled spring
Midnight and chimes begin to ring
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