Past the ivy-covered windows of TheAngel  Down Athenaeum Lane to the cathedral  Trough the churchyard I wandered  Sat for a spell there and I pondered  My back to the gates of the garden  My back to the gates of the garden  My back to the gates of the gardenFugitive fathers, sickly infants, decentmothers  Runaways and suicidal lovers  Assorted boxes of ordinary bones  Of aborted plans and sudden shattered hopes  In unlucky rows, up to the gates of the garden  In unhappy rows, up to the gates of the garden  In unlucky rows, up to the gates of the gardenWon't you meet me at the gates  Won't you meet me at the gates  Won't you meet me at the gates  To the gardenBeneath the creeping shadow of the tower  The bell from St.Edmunds informs me of the hour  I turn to find you waiting there for me  In sunlight and I see the way that you breathe  Alive and leaning on the gates of the garden  Alive and leaning on the gates of the garden  Alive and leaning on the gates of the gardenLeave these ancient places to the angels  Let the saints attend to their keeping of the cathedrals  And leave the dead beneath the ground so cold  For God is in this hand that I hold  As we open up the gates of the gardenWon't you meet me at the gates  Won't you meet me at the gates  Won't you meet me at the gates  To the garden