"The Garden" lyrics - DONOVAN

In the Garden of Truth
There dwells a bird
With feathers of a yellow gold
And all through the day
The sun he played
Upon his raiment gay

In the Garden of Truth
There dwells a bird
With feathers of a silver pale
And all night long the moon she shone
Upon her raiment wan

And all within the branches
Of a great oak tree
That some call the Tree of Life
And the wise men they come
And they rest upon
The roots and they hear the songs

And all within the branches
Of this great oak tree
That some call the Tree of Life
And the wise men they come
To rest upon
The roots and they hear the songs