The garden at night is a magical place Wind in the willows and rain on the slate A dead woman walks through the larches and pine The nutter next door still acts like a swine An ache in the eyes and an ache in the palms Chimaeras and ghosts and moments of calm Uneasy, uneasy despite all the jokes Something's moving in the green laurel grove I decided to split when I heard the school bell A woman was laughing, a quiet evening fell My friends were returning, my love within sight All coming back to the garden at night