The Garden Songtext
von Rush

In this one of many possible worlds
All for the best, or some bizarre test
It is what it is, and whatever
Time is still the infinite jest

The arrow flies when you dream
The hours tick away
The cells take away
The Watchmaker keeps to his schemes
The hours tick away
They tick away

The measure of a life is a measure of love and respect
So hard to earn, so easily burned
The measure of a life is a measure of love and respect
So hard to earn, so easily burned
In the fullness of time
A garden to nurture and protect


In the rise and the set of the sun
′Til the stars go spinning, spinning round the night
Oh, it is what is it is, and forever
Each moment, a memory in flight

The arrow flies while you dream
The hours tick away
The cells tick away
The Watchmaker has time up his sleeve
The hours tick away
They tick away

The measure of a life is a measure of love and respect
So hard to earn, so easily burned
In the fullness of time
A garden to nurture and protect (it's a measure of a life)
The measure of a life is a measure of love and respect
The way you live, the gifts that you give
In the fullness of time is the only return that you expect

The future disappears into memory
With only a moment between
Forever dwells in that moment
Hope is what remains to be seen
Forever dwells in that moment
Hope is what remains to be seen


In the fullness of time a garden to nurture and protect (it′s a measure of a life)
In the fullness of time a garden to nurture and protect (it's a measure of a life)
In the fullness of time a garden to nurture and protect (it's a measure of a life)
In the fullness of time a garden to nurture and protect

It′s a measure of a life
It′s a measure of a life
It's a measure of a life
It′s a measure of a life