June Tabor – A Proper Sort Of Gardener chords

[Intro]
F  C  Bb  Dm  Bb  Dm  Gm

[Verse]
FOnce upon a time I found a garden
Bb                   F                   CPicked the brightest things that I could see
   FAn apron full of Mister Harding's flowers
      Bb               F               CAnd I didn't know that he was watching me
Bb               Am            Gm7Straight away my mother ran to tell him
Bb             Am              Gm7Wondering what he would say or do
F              Am                      BbMister Harding smiled and said, "She's just a little child
  F                  C                FI knew that she'd be picking them for you"

[Verse]
FBy the fire, dad would tell me stories
Bb             F               COne of them concerned a garden too
          FWhere the lion and the lamb lay down together
    Bb           F                CAnd every lovely fruit and flower grew
    Bb                Am             Gm7The gardener sent his children in to play there
  Bb             Am                Gm7Rejoicing in the brightness of the day
    F                Am                 BbBut when they went exploring and took a fruit to taste
   F                    C                  FHe cursed them both and sent them on their way

[Bridge]
Bb          Am       Gm             FEven then I realised in my childish mind
        Bb              F               C              F     C  Bb  FThat he wasn't a proper gardener of the Mister Harding kind

[Verse]
FMister Harding's garden was all taken
   Bb              F                 CBy lesser men with concrete in their minds
FFactory chimneys grew instead of daisies
   Bb               F             CNo butterflies from that assembly line
   Bb           Am            Gm7My mother faded faster than a flower
Bb             Am           Gm7Dad sat in the darkness and cried
F              Am             BbMister Harding moves a little slower than before
    F                  C                     FBut still he tends the grave where they both lie

[Bridge]
    Bb                 Am         Gm                  FWherever it is they've gone to, I hope that they will find
  Bb             F             C              F     C  Bb  FA proper sort of garden of the Mister Harding kind

[Verse]
    Bb            Am                 Gm7The foolish woman sometimes feels despairing
Bb                 Am           Gm7Thinks it seems so very hard to find
    F              Am              BbThe child tries to plant a little, everywhere she goes
     F                   C              FThat special love of the Mister Harding kind

[Bridge]
Bb               Am     Gm           FSomeday when I'm older, maybe I will find
          Bb           F               C              F     C  Bb  FThat I've grown into a gardener of the Mister Harding kind