You tilled up my heart and then planted a seed With time it watered and sprouted a dream Granted me sight so I could see a need But why let me see it to take it from me? Why let me see it to take it from me? ♪ In this sad hour at the end of each day My fingers remember well how to point blame So I look at the sky and again I will say Why let me taste it to take it away? Why let me taste it to take it away? ♪ Now in the harvest my soul you will reap Dying and living in the dichotomy Of a violent type love as it crucifies me But I know you better when I am in need I know you better when I am in need ♪ God the gardener when the autumn comes I will not seasons fear With the pruning a branch is stronger, I will learn to love the shears God the gardener when the autumn comes I will not seasons fear With the pruning a branch is stronger, I will learn to love the shears