The Story
Just outside of Silvåkra, close to the village church, lies the rectory where vicar Mortimer Aghardt lives with his wife, Elisabeth. It is a beautiful, white house made of wood, surrounded by a lush garden with fruit trees and flower beds. Elisabeth is often times seen wandering among her plants and flowers, talking to them, caring for them with intense passion. Not unlike the passion of a mother towards her children.
During the town’s harvest festival, she stands in her stall with a bright smile, selling the most delicious jams and preserves. The fruits of her labour. People come from far and wide to buy her produce and to sing her praises. They applaud her and shake her hand, but they never see the hatred behind her eyes.
Lyrics
Children come unto me Restless, full of spite Absent of consequence How are they light
Careless of toil and strife Running, through the rows Trample with tiny feet Eden never grows
Bastards Buried low
Let My Flowers Grow
Smiling with empty eyes Welcome, step inside Why dont we play a game I hunt, you must hide
There is a place below Under our house Hide there and make no sound Silent as a mouse
Bastards Buried low
Let My Flowers Grow
Alla barnen läggs i säng Varje piga varje dräng Månen lyser när jag strör Ben av mjöl uppå min äng
Alla barnen läggs till ro Nattens dimma är en bro Led dem sakta till din port Mina blommor låt dem gro
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