[02:43.34]True I was a gardener  once upon a time
[02:57.96]When the world was young and all the earth was mine
[03:12.61]Mine to tend to  to plough and to sow
[03:26.85]Before mankind came and rendered all things low
[03:41.25]And beauty was it's first name by this I would call
[03:55.75]And ready the harvest for one and for all
[04:38.32]The orchards and the wheat fields which could of fed the world
[04:52.26]Were divided up like money and sold through human slaves
[05:06.96]The rivers fresh  the hillsides that had no need of name
[05:21.29]Now ran red with the life blood and drunk with guilty shame
[05:35.59]The gentle bough was broken and twisted out of shape
[05:42.14]And who knows the consequences when the bough doth break
[05:49.35]The mother soil which reared it's young  now reared her angry head
[05:56.85]And rain fell down like teardrops upon the flower beds
[06:03.39]The blame for this I'm in no doubt  is mine and mine alone
[06:17.57]But so proud was I of my work  I had to share it's growth
[06:31.58]This true I was a gardener in the time before the flood
[06:45.88]Now these green fingers of mine are stained by angels' blood