June Tabor - A Proper Sort Of Gardener Chords

[Intro]
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[Verse]
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Once upon a time I found a garden
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Picked the brightest things that I could see
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An apron full of Mister Harding's flowers
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And I didn't know that he was watching me
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Straight away my mother ran to tell him
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Wondering what he would say or do
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Mister Harding smiled and said, "She's just a little child
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I knew that she'd be picking them for you"

[Verse]
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By the fire, dad would tell me stories
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One of them concerned a garden too
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Where the lion and the lamb lay down together
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And every lovely fruit and flower grew
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The gardener sent his children in to play there
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Rejoicing in the brightness of the day
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But when they went exploring and took a fruit to taste
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He cursed them both and sent them on their way

[Bridge]
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Even then I realised in my childish mind
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That he wasn't a proper gardener of the Mister Harding kind

[Verse]
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Mister Harding's garden was all taken
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By lesser men with concrete in their minds
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Factory chimneys grew instead of daisies
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No butterflies from that assembly line
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My mother faded faster than a flower
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Dad sat in the darkness and cried
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Mister Harding moves a little slower than before
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But still he tends the grave where they both lie

[Bridge]
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Wherever it is they've gone to, I hope that they will find
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A proper sort of garden of the Mister Harding kind

[Verse]
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The foolish woman sometimes feels despairing
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Thinks it seems so very hard to find
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The child tries to plant a little, everywhere she goes
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That special love of the Mister Harding kind

[Bridge]
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Someday when I'm older, maybe I will find
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That I've grown into a gardener of the Mister Harding kind