The Garden

The Garden

By Rush
October 21, 2018

In this one of many possible worlds,
All for the best or some bizarre test?
It is what it is and whatever,
Time is still the infinite jest

The arrow flies when you dream,
The hours tick away,
The cells tick away

The Watchmaker keeps to his schemes,
The hours tick away,
They tick away

The measure of a life,
Is a measure of love and respect,
So hard to earn so easily burned

In the fullness of time,
A garden to nurture and protect

In the rise and the set of the sun,
‘Til the stars go spinning,
Spinning ’round the night,
Oh, it is what it is, and forever,
Each moment a memory in flight

The arrow flies while you breathe,
The hours tick away,
The cells tick away

The Watchmaker has time up his sleeve,
The hours tick away,
They tick away

The measure of a life,
Is a measure of love and respect,
So hard to earn so easily burned

In the fullness of time,
A garden to nurture and protect
(It’s a measure of a life)

The treasure of a life,
Is a measure of love and respect,
The way you live,
The gifts that you give

In the fullness of time,
It’s the only return that you expect

The future disappears into memory,
With only a moment between,
Forever dwells in that moment,
Hope is what remains to be seen

In the fullness of time,
A garden to nurture and protect
(It’s a measure of a life)

(It’s a measure of a life)
(It’s a measure of a life)
(It’s a measure of a life)
(It’s a measure of a life)

https://www.rush.com/songs/the-garden