Guillermo Veloso - Tend to Your Garden Mistress lyrics

Tend to your garden mistress It lies fallow And in need of tilling You, thick legged in the bush Seeking the mortification of vine and thorn What penance can you find? Pain; forgiveness? The red-rashed past That blushes your thighs Is burned in sin that will not fade And your confessions rise as thin smoke tendrils in The dark with no trellised Ear to cling to