[Sketch #15 - '81]

"I found a little plot of land,
In the garden of Eden.
It was dirt and dirt is all the same.
I tilled it with my two hands,
And I called it my very own;
There was no-one to dispute my claim.

Well, you'd be shocked
At the state of things-
The whole place has just cleared right out.
It was hotter than Hell,
So I laid me by a spring, for a spell,
As naked as a trout.

The wandering eye that I have caught
Is as hot as a wandering sun.
But I will want for nothing more,
In my garden;
Start again,
In my hardening to every heart but one.

Meet me in the garden of Eden,
Bring a friend.
We are going to have ourselves a time.
We are going to have a garden party.
It's on me!
No, sirree, it's my dime.

We broke our hearts
In the war between,
St. George and the dragon,
But both in equal parts
Are welcome to come along.
I'm inviting everyone.

Farewell to loves that I have known.
Even muddiest waters run.
Tell me, what is meant by sin or none
In a garden seceded
From the Union in the year of A.D. 1?

The unending amends you've made,
Are enough for one life,
Be done.
I believe in innocence, little darlin',
Start again.
I believe in everyone.
I believe, regardless,
I believe in everyone."
-Joanna Newsom ('81)