Secret Garden

Where the magpie hoarsely sings behind the derelict north wing
In the grounds of the royal psychiatric hospital
We would meet on summer days in the secret garden
And I don’t know if you knew but I held out hope that you
Might be thinking about me and as far as I could see
We were dreaming the same dream in the secret garden
 
Looking back it puzzles me why such a well kept garden wasn’t frequented by patients at the time
But as it was the only thing particularly bothering me was that I couldn’t see into your mind
 
Originally built on the edge of town but swallowed up by urban sprawl
They eventually took down the prison style walls
But the hedges still stood tall around the secret garden
Where to escape the midday sun we moved into the shade
And I got the suspicion when I tried to read your face
That you wanted something more with me in the garden
 
Thinking back it wasn’t such a secret cos I’ve since had friends inform me that they went there to get high
But as it was the only thing particularly troubling was the sudden look of terror in your eyes
 
And when I heard you spent some time in the brand new southern wing
In the grounds of the royal psychiatric hospital
Well I wondered most of all about the secret garden
But then I read the other day that the council had made plans
To demolish the north wing and to sell the vacant land
But I couldn’t find a thing about the secret garden