The palace is golden and the garden is green, our own food grows in the yard But we aint' got no baby to share it with and this is proving hard Has something in the water made a mess out of me that we ain't got no baby Has something in the well made a mess out of me that we ain't got no child Well we try and do it right almost every night, every trick and every vitamin we're told In golden afternoons we're like loving spoons, just tell me where the damn things are sold Has something in the water made a mess out of me that we ain't got no baby Has something in the well made a mess out of me that we ain't got no child Well we've been to the doctor with the cold cold hands, best not to lay those best laid plans Nothing seems wrong but the hell inside of emptiness and vanished pride But all the way back home we'll roll, we'll hide our tear stained eyes Well may all the strollers roll, but empty yet is ours I'll make a lullaby so woeful sad, I'll make the angels weep The angels that guard our unborn child will cry themselves to sleep And then with good faith and with glowing heart, I'll cure your sorrow deep As I take my song to that cloudy crib and with our baby creep And all the way back home will roll, we'll wipe our joyful eyes Well may all the strollers roll but happiest is ours The palace is golden and the garden is green our own food grows in the yard