lion and the lady

This house will still stand here
After we've gone away
The fence will still wrap
Around the colored gate

These blinds will still shut their eyes
When sun hits your pillow case
These drapes will still turn their face
to catch the blinding rays

Don't turn your head away
Beside the fallen winter grass in the yard
Don't look behind the lion or the lady
Don't look behind the doors

A friend of my mother
He painted a garden
It hung on our ceiling
But it hangs there no more

These walls of my childhood
Have been painted over
But what lies behind is a mural of ivy

Don't turn your head away
Beside the fallen winter grass in the yard
Don't look behind the lion or the lady
Don't look behind the doors