EDEN’S GARDEN

(written by Kenneth Cope)

 

—for Eden—

 

Born in the fall of ’92

On the evening of a crimson moon

Bringing paradise to all we knew

We named her Eden

 

It wasn’t long before her soul would wake

Nature blooming in her face

We cleared for her a garden place

And called it Eden

All for Eden

 

So we plant and tend

And watch her changing

Waiting on the Vine

Never trifling with the giving of our time

Then the Master of the harvest

Turns our watering into wine

Sweetest joy of our lives

Eden’s garden

 

Halos ’round her chestnut hair

And midnight eyes that take us there

We wonder how we ever fared

To care for Eden

 

Born in a land of briers and thorns

Torn by hate and drowned in war

We would feel the earth bow down and mourn

And cry for Eden

She cries for Eden

 

So we plant and tend

And watch her changing

Waiting on the Vine

Never trifling with the giving of our time

Then the Master of the harvest

Turns our watering into wine

Sweetest joy of our lives

Eden’s garden

 

An angel has come to stay with us

Play with us

Pray with us

A little child shall lead them

And though we know she won’t belong to us

She’s here to teach her song to us

Eden

Our eyes on Eden

We look to Eden

We live for Eden

 

© 1998 Mohrgüd Music (BMI)