: Instrumental
: autumn has come to rest in her garden come to paint the trees with emptiness and no pardon so many things have come undone like the leaves on the ground
Rome now comes to sit In her garden Mingling the breeze with memories Of a time when There was a room in pale yellow hues Her room with a view Where love
and lace Sweet is the voice from far away That speaks sotto voce and Is lingering there in the golden air To quiet the day. ( * inner garden i, ** inner garden
Autumn has come to rest in her garden Come to paint the trees with emptiness and no pardon So many things have come undone, like the leaves on the ground
Instrumental
autumn has come to rest in her garden come to paint the trees with emptiness and no pardon so many things have come undone like the leaves on the ground
Tradução: King Crimson. Jardín interior.
Tradução: King Crimson. Jardín interior que.
