In the middle of Evie's garden   Was a rock she could never move   Worn away by a faithful hand till   No one knows the date      Bring back the rain   We'll go walking   Bring back the wind   Like you do      Of the flowers in Evie's garden   One would never go out of bloom   Planted over a well forgotten   Opened by the moon      Bring back the rain   To Evie's garden   I'm at the gate   Looking through      In the middle of Evie's garden   Was a rock she could never move   Nearly buried in a night bloom tango   Pale and smooth as skin