My Heart Is A Hanging Garden Of Babylon Poem by Mark Heathcote

Forgive my Babylon temperate floods…
There's no evil in my sodden roots
So forgive my Babylonian Dynasty
Oh, forgive me in all honesty

I can't help the debris I leave
In this fertile Mesopotamian plain
Between the Tigris and Euphrates rivers
Oh, I'm a Babylonian…

So forgive my Babylonian Dynasty
Oh, forgive me in all honesty
My soul is a holy city
My heart is a hanging garden of Babylon

Oh, I'm a Babylonian…
Oh, forgive me in all honesty
Forgive my Babylon floods…
There's no evil in my sodden roots

Oh, yellow sun this ancient city
Held one of the Seven Wonders of the World
And, I and you was one
A hanging garden of Babylon

Oh, my soul is a holy city
My heart is a hanging garden of Babylon
Oh, I'm a Babylonian…
Oh, I'm a Babylonian…

Oh, forgive me in all honesty
Forgive my Babylon temperate floods…
There's no evil in my sodden roots
I'm just a simple Babylonian man