in the old days
I used to heal life’s little ills
by imagining a secluded garden
where I took restorative waters
from an old brass cup
these days
I’m at the Chelsea Flower Show
drinking from a golden chalice
Edwin Best: lyrics | fictions | episodes
in the old days
I used to heal life’s little ills
by imagining a secluded garden
where I took restorative waters
from an old brass cup
these days
I’m at the Chelsea Flower Show
drinking from a golden chalice