Eden Was a Garden

There’s a pine warbler sitting on a hollow limb
He seems to have the whole morning out right in front of him
And everything he sings from the branch that he’s sitting on
Seems to hush the leaves and the colors all around.
First he sings and then he goes.
And what it means? It’s hard to know.

Baby works down right off of Barbur Blvd
And writes down everything on the back of a business card.
Everything she writes will turn into a song or two,
She puts it on the stage and all goes still.
Now if she sings a forest clear,
She puts a tree right in your ear.

Now why can’t it stay with me?
Why don’t you tell me cause it makes a fool of me
Well Eden was a garden you know.
The birds were in the trees until the place was gone
They scattered to the wind and then they just kept moving on.

Just the other night the clocks were moving awful slow.
I heard a woman’s voice coming up from the street below.
I got up from my bed, the song was so enrapturing
And found my real to reel just to see if I could capture –
By the time I turned it on, and turned an ear
That voice was gone.

Now why can’t it stay with me?
Why don’t you say it cause it makes a fool of me
Well Eden was a garden you know
The birds were in the trees until the place was gone
They scattered to the wind and then they just kept moving on.