Daughter: "Mother, father where did you go?
I hear the flowers as they speak below
Someone help me, I'm so afraid
The shape in the distance is coming my way""Oh, please come hold me," said the woman all covered in leaves
"He's come again
The man with the roses that grow from his hands"
I'm your gardener"Mother, your poor hands
The better to hold yours again
And where did he go?"
I am him, my love
Watch my garden growLittle girl, standing there
With your daddy's skin and your momma's hair
I'll have you know I will feed them to my roses and you're next
Songwriters
Steven Bache;Mckenzie Bell;Matthew Enoch Williams;Adam Tanbouz;Schuylar CroomPublished by
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