Lyrics Grey Garden

I live beside a dead garden,
where I pass the time of day.
Come sit and watch the clay harden,
if you’re ever around this way.
A tray with tea for two
is waiting here for you,
waiting here in Grey Garden.

If I could live on rainwater,
I’d never leave again.
I’d stay here with my only daughter,
my one and only friend.
Under this old tree is where I like to be,
It’s where I feel like me.
So leave me in my grey garden.
In my grey garden.

I’ll find a bottle one day
with a genie inside who’ll say:
today’s your lucky day,
now wish away this grey,
bring joy back to the dead garden,
back to the grey garden.