Marching, marching west to go home The poet reaches his bridge where he's alone Free as a leaf of paper in the wind Under his roof he recites to all his friends When you come home Gonna build your garden up, gonna build your garden up Till you come home Rays will hover over top, rays will hover over top Marching, marching east to find a home Passes a river and sits across a stone Memorizing all of his favourite lines He flips the pages and sighs from time to time When you come home Gonna build your garden up, gonna build your garden up Till you come home Rays will hover over top, rays will hover over top When you come home Gonna build your garden up, gonna build your garden up Till you come home Rays will hover over top, rays will hover over top