I used to watch him.
Ben Dunne.
I used to watch him tend to the garden,
I used to watch him, toil and sow,
I used to watch his fingers turn green,
I used to watch his cap bend low.
Now the sun is shining, the winter 'pass,
there is no one to tend to the garden,
there is no one to tend to the grass,
there is no one to tend, no pardon.
They're all dead; the flowers,
wasted days, used up hours,
from the memory, there lies,
a planted seed, of an enormous size.
