Current 93 In An English Garden
n the garden, you sat with Puck or Pan or Gog or Magog or
something that was too real for us all to believe or to
believe in. In the East, the birds are singing, and in
the West, Oh Christ, Oh Christ the lands are shifting and
the hills are screaming. Rise and fall and fall and fall
and fall. You'll sleep, dreaming forever.
