I will sail to the far shore And I will chop a hole in the hull too big to repair And I will turn the soil with my hands And I will make my home there My garden will grow so high My garden will grow so high That I will be completely hidden
I will go where I will go And I will jettison all dead weight And I will use these words for kindling And I will sleep by the garden gate My garden will grow so high My garden will grow so high That I will be completely hidden