Rush "The Garden" testo

The Garden

In this one of many possible worlds, all for the best, or some bizarre test?It is what it is - and whateverTime is still the infinite jest

The arrow flies when you dream, the hours tick away - the cells tick awayThe Watchmaker keeps to his schemesThe hours tick away - they tick away

The measure of a life is a measure of love and respectSo hard to earn, so easily burnedIn the fullness of timeA garden to nurture and protect

In the rise and the set of the sun'Til the stars go spinning - spinning 'round the nightIt is what it is - and foreverEach moment a memory in flight

The arrow flies while you breathe, the hours tick away - the cells tick awayThe Watchmaker has time up his sleeveThe hours tick away - they tick away

The treasure of a life is a measure of love and respectThe way you live, the gifts that you giveIn the fullness of timeIts the only return that you expect

The future disappears into memoryWith only a moment betweenForever dwells in that momentHope is what remains to be seen

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