The Knot Garden Lyrics

Night falls heavily over the twists

Of a garden set 'neath the walls

Between the hyssop and cold widow's mist

She works steadily at her toil

And in her hands, a wreath of black nightshade

Weaving in for the fall of the father

And in her eyes, unbroken sleepless gaze

Staring out o'er fields t'wards the harbourside

For her lady she sits through the night

With the branches strewn at her feet

Weaving a tapestry, gold, green and white

Spinning silken twist from the leaves

And in her hands, a wreath of black nightshade

Weaving in for the fall of the father

And in her eyes, unbroken sleepless gaze

Staring out o'er fields t'wards the harbourside

Her Fingers reddening, stained from her work

Her blood runs cold to freeze in his veins

Choking, noxious vapours coiling

'Round like water in water scarlet stains

Crushing monk's blood, hensbane, sweet hemlock

As her fingers race with the dawn

Sewing steadily, twisting a knot

Of the Tudor rose with a thorn

And in her hands, a wreath of black nightshade

Weaving in for the fall of the father

And in her eyes, unbroken sleepless gaze

Staring out o'er fields t'wards the harbour