Comments about Hannah York
The Secret Garden
There's rambling roses slowly growing,
And a creaking mossy swing is groaning,
Birds will swoop throughout the day,
Snatching shiny fruit along the way,
Plants will grow and stretch up high,
To steal a sun ray from the sky,
There's a sparkling stream a flowing,
And still the magic keeps on growing,
The sandstone walls will never crumble,
As long as flowery blossom tumbles,
The weathered gate shall never fail,
Or shatter in an angry gail,
None shall ever mute the lark,
Nor make this secret garden stark,
It shall grow on blossoming love, ...
The Board Of Lies.
Like a pawn I'm controlled
In this ironic fantasy
You're the queen
The king is dead, the king is dead
His knight fell off the castle
And even the bishop cannot save me now.