Lyrics King Crimson

King Crimson

Inner Garden II

Rome now comes to sit

in her garden

mingling the breeze with memories

of a time when

there was a room in pale yellow hues

her room with a view

where love made a bed of happiness

in muslin and lace

sweet is the voice from far away

that speaks sotto voce and

is lingering there in the golden air

to quiet the day.