My garden is all overgrown and
the weeds are creeping up
on my  home
Grass has grown over two foot
high and the trees are
blocking out the sky
French windows won't open any
more from the moss
that's grown outside the door
Hundred birds are nesting in the
trees looks like a
wildlife sanctuary
But I'm not going to cut a
single blade of grass my garden
will look just like
the distant past
Before the days of agricultural
land before the time
when pebbles turned to sand
When I leave this house
I'm going to stay I'm forsaking my
comforts to live another way
Get my clothes from heaps
my food from bins my water from
ponds and have tramps
for all my friends
But I'm not going
to cut a single blade of grass
my garden will look
just like the distant past
Before the days of agricultural
land before the time
when pebbles turned to sand
When I leave this house
I'm going to stay I'm forsaking my
comforts to live another way
Get my clothes from heaps
my food from bins my water
from ponds and have
tramps for all my friends