Gates To The Garden Lyrics - Nick Cave & The Bad Seed

Past the ivy-covered windows of the angel 

Down Athenaeum Lane to the cathedral 

Through the churchyard I wandered 

Sat for a spell there and I pondered 

My back to the gates, my back to the gates 

My back to the gates of the garden 

Fugitive fathers, sickly infants, decent mothers 

Runaways and suicidal lovers 

Assorted boxes of ordinary bones 

Of aborted plans and sudden shattered hopes 

In unlucky rows, in unhappy rows 

In unlucky rows, up to the gates of the garden 

Won't you meet me at the gates? 

Won't you meet me at the gates? 

Won't you meet me at the gates to the garden? 

Beneath the creeping shadow of the tower 

The bell from St. Edmunds informs me of the hour 

I turn to find you waiting there for me 

In sunlight and I see the way that you breathe 

All alive and the leaning, alive and the leaning 

All alive and the leaning, leaning on the gates to the garden 

Leave these ancient places to the angels 

Let the saints attend to the keeping of their cathedral 

And leave the dead beneath the ground so cold 

For God is in this hand that I hold 

As we open up the gates, as we open up the gates 

We open up the gates to the garden 

Won't you meet me at the gates? 

Won't you meet me at the gates? 

Won't you meet me at the gates to the garden?