Marching, marching west to go home
The poet reaches his bridge where he's alone
Free as a leaf of paper in the wind
Under his roof he recites to all his friends
When you come home
Gonna build your garden up, gonna build your garden up
Till you come home
Rays will hover over top, rays will hover over top
Marching, marching east to find a home
Passes a river and sits across a stone
Memorizing all of his favourite lines
He flips the pages and sighs from time to time
When you come home
Gonna build your garden up, gonna build your garden up
Till you come home
Rays will hover over top, rays will hover over top
El cultivo de la luz a travez de las palabras
Ese día, tengo que salir a buscar los cimientos
Para construir un jardín con flores y recuerdos
Que provocaran lagrimas y alegrías
En un mundo sin significado
El analfabeta nos traera la luz
Y esta iluminación nos permitira combatir
La segeristorica que nos hemos impuesto
When you come home
Gonna build your garden up, gonna build your garden up
Till you come home
Rays will hover over top, rays will hover over top