|And I Plucked Her from the
plucked her from the garden where she bathed in sunny gold
And I held
her to my bosom to protect her from the cold.
And I told
her that I loved her, told her that I loved her so,
perhaps my words were empty and perhaps I'll never know.
heart I plucked the petals in the sacred name of love
robbed her of her sunshine and the light from up above;
stumbled in the darkness as a vacuum in a void;
beauty that we knew was gone forever, now, destroyed.
plucked her from the garden and I robbed her of her gold
robbed me in return and so we both were chilled and cold;
For I too
was from the garden, and too late was I to learn
taken from the garden one can nevermore return