Lletres: Mountain Goats, The. Island Garden Song.

i will sail to the far shore,

and i will chop a hole in the hull too big to repair,

and i will turn the soil with my hands,

and i will make my home there.

my garden will grow so high.

my garden will grow so high.

that i will be completely hidden.



i will go where i will go,

and i will jettison all dead weight,

and i will use these words for kindling,

and i will sleep by the garden gate.

my garden will grow so high.

my garden will grow so high.

that i will be completely hidden.