The Byrds Mind Gardens

Once upon a time there was a garden on a high hill

Green and blossomin’ round against the sea

And there the sun came and the rain pourin’ down

Garden grew and flourished and splattered bits of color on the ground

And it took shape and symmetry and all of life around

But there came winds driven and howling

There came snow and I feared for the garden

So I built a wall and I built another and roofed it over thick and strong

And kept it from the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune

The killing cold could not get in

But when the sun came and the gentle rain of spring

They could not reach the garden behind those walls

It would have died, safely, securely, died

But as I longed and as I learned I tore the walls all down

The garden still lives