The Leaving Song (yorkshire Traction)

I'm leaving this garden
So delicate
What can I offer it?
What can I offer it?

I'm leaving Australia
So tired of this labour
All in I like tumbleweed
Feels the wind this night

I'm leaving Minneapolis
Nothing can stop me
All the world's sympathy
Cannot detain my kind

And I can't see for looking
I can't hear for the ringing
“It's all in your head”
That's what she said

That's why I'm leaving this garden
So delicate
What can I offer it?
What can I offer it?