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Song «In the Garden» von Van Morrison.
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Veröffentlichungsdaten: 1986 07 (Album), 1986 (Single-B)
Label: Mercury 830 077, Mercury MER 231
Songwriter Van Morrison
Produktion: Van Morrison
Genre: Rock - Folkrock, Rock - Singer-Songwriter
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Der Ausspruch «No Guru, no method, no teacher» stammt von Jiddu Krishnamurti.
Personen und Querverweise
Van Morrison
Van Morrison
Van Morrison
Lyrics
The streets are always wet with rain After a summer shower When I saw you standin' Standin' In the garden In the garden Wet with rain You wiped the teardrops from your eye in sorrow As we watched the petals fall down to the ground And as I sat beside you I felt the great sadness that day In the garden And then one day you came back home You were a creature all in rapture You had your key to your soul And you did open That day you came back To the garden The olden summer breeze was blowin' against your face Alright The light of the lord's shinin' on your countenance divine And you were a violet colour as you sat beside your Father and your mother In the garden The summer breeze was blowin' on your face Within your violet you treasure your summery words And as the shiver from my neck down to my spine Ignited me in daylight and nature in the garden And you went into a trance Your childlike vision became so fine And we heard lil' bells within' the church We loved so much And felt the presence of the youth Of Eternal summers In the garden Alright And as it touched your cheeks so lightly Born again you were and blushed And we touched each other lightly And we felt the presence of the Christ Within our hearts In the garden And I turned to you and I said No Guru, no method, no teacher Just you and I and nature And the father In the garden Listen No Guru, no method, no teacher Just you and I and nature And the Father and the Son and the holy ghost In the garden Wet with rain No Guru, no method, no teacher Just you and I and nature And the Father and the son and the holy ghost In the garden In the garden Wet with rain No Guru, no method, no teacher Just you and I and nature And the Father in the garden