From the recording 12 Months a Year
There are few places I'm happier than on my knees with my hands in the dirt of my own garden. I have an instinct for gardening I shared with my mom. Her gardens were spectacular. People would stop as they walked by just to drink in the beauty of what she had sculpted.
I prefer secret gardens, myself. Whenever I have a house, the back yard inevitably becomes a bower of carefully tended colour and shape. I dream of the day I'll have my own soil again and can return to what I love best: planting poisonous, glorious plants with a giant, mischievous grin on my face.
Lyrics
A hedge witch without a hedge
Is like a shiny little knife without an edge
The potential to grow wild is there
Somewhere
A hedge witch without a hedge
Is like a shiny little knife without an edge
The potential to grow wild is there
Somewhere, I swear
Would you believe it?
There's mushrooms in your stew
I picked them just for you today
I'm pretty sure that
These mushroom aren't the kind
To make you lose your mind
One sec, lemme check
A hedge witch without a hedge
Is like a shiny little knife without an edge
The potential to grow wild is there
Somewhere
A hedge witch without a hedge
Is like a shiny little knife without an edge
The potential to grow wild is there
Somewhere, I swear
And when I asked you
To bring me in the plate
Out by the garden gate today
Had I neglected
To warn you of the plants
That kill you on first glance?
One sec, lemme check
A hedge witch without a hedge
Is like a shiny little knife without an edge
The potential to grow wild is there
Somewhere
A hedge witch without a hedge
Is like a shiny little knife without an edge
The potential to grow wild is there
Somewhere, I swear
Somewhere, I swear
Somewhere, I swear
Somewhere, I swear