Garden of Mysteries

Performed by Freyda Epstein
Written by Mark Simos

I’ve been talking to my Angel
When it visits me at night
And it tells me all the secret things
That make a heart delight
in the garden of mysteries
I will walk in the morn
In the garden where all new things are born.

And could there be a finer thing
than silks of old Cathay
yet finer still is the breath of wind
that lifts the veil away
in the Garden of Mysteries
I will walk in the morn
In the garden where all new things are born.

And could there be a rarer flower
than the rose that greets the day
Yet rarer still is the memory
years cannot wash away
in the garden of mysteries
I will walk in the morn
In the garden where all new things are born.

And could there be a brighter face
than somebody leaves and shines
yet brighter still are a true friend’s eyes
when all the world is blind
in the garden of mysteries
I will walk in the morn
In the garden where all new things are born.

I’ve been talking with my Angel
till it leaves my side at dawn
and it tells me what is sacrificed
is never really gone
in the garden of mysteries
I will walk in the morn
In the garden where all new things are born.

In the garden of mysteries
I will walk in the morn
In the garden where all new dreams are born.

Performed by Freyda Epstein
Words & music by Mark Simos
© 1993 Devachan Music (BMI)
Administered by Bug Music
From the CD, Midnight at Cabell Hall
© 1993 Red House Records.
Freyda Epstein appears courtesy of Red House Records.
Mark Simos website: www.devachan.com
www.redhouserecords.com

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