The Garden Boy by Donnie Munro Lyrics

You take me often to these shores
Stranger though you are
Wasted by the times, the brass, the bravery
A long long way from home
For France's broken frame
St. Valery's hollow ground lies near you

It's only thorugh your letters home
Faded now by time
That I so late have come to know you
I feel the pain inside
You took great care to hide
From those who waited long for only sorrow

And oh the truth
Could make us see
The waste that was to follow
For you are still
The Garden Boy
In St. Valery's broken hollow
Now still your garden grows
On the home farms' wooded road
Where the heavy horses started out their day
Led by the man once proud
He despairs your distant shroud
Your young heart was the reason for his labours

And oh the truth
Could make us see
The wase that was to follow
For you are still
The Garden Boy
In St. Valery's broken hollow