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Rewind/"Version Excursion" and, ...good as it gets, or heard.

Some ancient misty morning
Some ancient misty morning
As I lay by your side
You told me without warning
The King of love had died
And I could not believe it
You told me it was true
By way of explanation
You starred into the blue
Some ancient misty morning
The tears rolled down my face
They fell into the warm earth
And vanished without trace
Yeah, some ancient misty morning
Some ancient misty morning
As I lay by your side
You told me without warning
The King of love had died
And I could not believe it
You told me it was true
By way of explanation
You starred into the blue
Jackie Leven, Some Ancient Misty Morning.

Original:

The fields are always wet with rain
After a summer shower, when I saw you standing
Standing in the garden, in the garden, wet with rain
You wiped the teardrops from your eye, in sorrow
Yeah we watched the petals fall down to the ground
And as I sat beside you I felt the great sadness that day
In the garden
And then one day you came back home
You were a creature all in rapture
You had the key, to your soul, and you did open
That day, you came back, to the garden
The olden summer breeze was blowing, against your face
The light of God was shining on your countenance divine
And you were a violet colour, as you sat beside your father
And your mother, in the garden
The summer breeze was blowing on your face
Within your violet you treasure your summery words
And, as the shiver from my neck, down to my spine
Ignited, me in daylight, and nature, in the garden
And you went into a trance, your childlike vision, became so fine
And we heard the bells, within the church, we loved so much
And felt the presence, of the youth, of eternal summers, in the garden
As it touched your cheeks so lightly
Born again, you were, and blushed
And we touched each other lightly
And we felt the presence of the Christ
Within our hearts
In the garden
And I turned to you, and I said;
"No guru, no method, no teacher
Just you and I... and nature
And the Father, in the garden"
Listen, no guru, no method, no teacher
Just you and I... and nature
And the Father, and the Son
And the Holy Ghost, in the garden, wet with rain
No guru, no method, no teacher
Just you and I... and nature
And, the Father, and the Son
And the Holy Ghost, in the garden
In the garden, wet with rain
No guru, no method, no teacher
Just you and I... and nature
And the Father, in the garden
Van Morrison, In The Garden.

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