Garden of Stone

A song I wrote back on May 9, 1998 while living in Cheektowaga, NY

Garden of Stone

Took a walk through a garden of stone
no one there but I wasn't alone
so many names in the Garden of Stone

Sun was shinning down through the leaves
felt the promise of a summer breeze
as I made my way through the Garden of Stone

Past the names that had no faces
the monuments that mark the places
where they all rest in the Garden of Stone

In the end it's clear that all we leave
are dates on a rock for some strangers to see
as they pass through the Garden of Stone

Now, little Mary died in forty eight
wonder what it was that sealed her fate
to bring her here, to the Garden of Stone

Some where fathers and some where wives
and I thought about their lives
before they came to the Garden of Stone

In the end it's clear that all we leave
are dates on a rock for some strangers to see
as they pass through the Garden of Stone

Sat awhile and contemplated
till I realized the sun had faded
and I had to leave the Garden of Stone

But I know I'll be back some day,
there's no escape there ain't no way
to avoid our fate in the Garden of Stone

In the end it's clear that all we leave
are dates on a rock for some strangers to see
as they pass through the Garden of Stone
Yeah, someday I'll return to the Garden of Stone

copyright © 1998 Ron Peacock