
Capo on 1st fret |
What happened here? |
As the New York sunset disappeared |
I found an Empty Garden |
among the flagstones there |
Who lived here? He must have been |
Agardener that cared a lot |
Who weeded out the tears |
and grew a good crop |
Now it all looks strange |
It's funny how one insect |
Can damage so much grain |
And what's it for |
This little Empty Garden |
by the brownstone door |
And in the cracks |
along the sidewalk |
Nothing grows no more |
Who lived here? He must have been |
a gardener that cared a lot |
Who weeded out the tears |
And grew a good crop |
And we are so amazed |
We're crippled and we're dazed |
A gardener like that one |
no one can replace |
And I've been knokcing |
But no one answers |
And I've been knokcing |
Most all the day |
Oh, and I've been callin' |
Oh, hey, hey Johnny |
Can't you come out to play? |
And through their tears |
Some say he farmed |
his best in younger years |
But he'd have said that |
roots grow stronger |
If only he could hear |
Who lived there? He must have been |
a gardener that cared a lot |
Who weeded out the tears |
and grew good crop |
Now we pray for rain |
And with every drop that pours |
We hear, we hear your name |
And I've been knokcing |
But no one answers |
And I've been knokcing |
Most all the day |
Oh, and I've been calling |
Oh, hey, hey Johnny |
Can't you come out to play |
And I've been knokcing |
But no one answers |
And I've been knokcing |
Most all the day |
Oh, and I've been calling |
Oh, hey, hey Johnny |
Can't you come out, |
can't you come out to play |
Johnny, can't you come out to play |
in your Empty Garden |
Johnny, can't you come out to play |
in your Empty Garden |
Johnny, can't you come out to play |
in your Empty Garden |