Bluecoats - The Garden of Love

{opener: the woods}

{trumpet solo}

{instrumental break}

{movement 1: the garden of love}

{spoken interlude}
I went to the garden of love
And saw what i never had seen:
A chapel was built in the midst
Where i used to play on the green
And the gates of this chapel were shut
And "thou shalt not" writ over the door
So i turn'd to the garden of love
That so many sweet flowers bore

{instrumental break}

{spoken interlude}
I went to the garden of love
And saw
And saw
And saw
And saw what i never had seen:
I, i, i, i, i, i, i, i, i, i, i, i, i, i, i, i, i, i, i, i
I went to the garden
I went to the garden
I went to the garden of
Love
And saw
And saw
And saw
And saw
A chapel
A chapel
A chapеl
A chapel

{movement 2: finding and believing}

A chapel was built in the midst
A chapеl
A chapel
A chapel
A chapel
A chapel was built in the midst
Where i
Where i
Where i
Where i
Where i used to play on the green

{instrumental break}

{spoken interlude}
And the gates of this chapel were shut
And "thou shalt not" ("thou shalt not")
That so many sweet flowers bore
And i saw it was filled with graves
And tomb-stones where flowers should be (flowers should be, flowers should be)

{trombone solo}

{cornet solo}

{movement 3: __45__}

{instrumental break}

{trombone solo}
And priests in black gowns, were walking their rounds
And binding with briars, my joys and desires

{movement 4: bump}

{instrumental break}

{spoken interlude}
"thou shalt not"
"thou shalt not"
Writ over the
Writ over the
Writ over the
Writ over the door

{instrumental break}

{spoken interlude}
And "thou shalt not"
"thou shalt not"
"thou shalt not"

{instrumental break}

{movement 5: so many layers of colour become a deep purple heart}

{spoken interlude}
I went to the garden of love
And saw what i never had seen:
A chapel was built in the midst
Where i used to play on the green

{spoken interlude}
And saw
And saw
And saw what i never had seen:
A chapel
A chapel
A chapel where i used to play on the green

{trombone solo}

{closer: eleven}

{spoken interlude}
So i turn'd
So i turn'd
So i turn'd to the garden of love
That so many sweet flowers bore

{instrumental break}