Rush – The Garden Lyrics

Rush · Clockwork Angels

Rock

In this one of many possible worlds
All for the best something are test
It is what it is and whatever
Time is still the infinite jest

The arrow flies when you dream
The hours tick away
The cells take away

Watchmaker keep to his steeds?
The hours tick away
They tick away

The measure of a life is a measure of love and respect
So hard to earn so easily burned
The measure of a life is a measure of love and respect
So hard to earn so easily burned
Like the fullness of time
A garden to nurture and protect

In horizon to set of the sun?
To the stars goes spinning
Spinning 'round the night
Oh it is what it is and forever
Each moment of memory of light
The arrow flies while you dream
The hours tick away
The cells tick away
The watchmaker has time up his sleve
The hours tick away
They tick away

The measure of a life is a measure of love and respect
So hard to earn so easily burned
In the fullness of time
A garden to nurture and protect
(Its a measure of a life)
The treasure of a life is a measure of love and respect
The way you live the gifts that you give
And the fullness of time is the only return I do expect

The future dissapears to memory
With only a moment between
Forever dwells in that moment
Hope is what remains to be seen
Forever dwells in that moment
Hope is what remains to be seen

In the wholeness of time a garden to nurture and protect
(It's a measure of a life)
In the fullness of time a garden to nurture and protect
(It's a measure of a life)
In the wholeness of time a garden to nurture and protect
(It's a measure of a life)
In the fullness of time a garden to nurture and protect
(It's a measure of a life)

It's a measure of a life

Comments (2)

Rushfan4ever 2013-10-16 08:50:00

What a great final for a great album! This is the favourite song of my five years old son - the most precious part of My Garden.
Eric Brooks 2025-11-22 18:34:00

These lyrics are WAY off. Here are the actual lyrics from RUSH's web site:The GardenIn this one of many possible worlds, all for the best, or some bizarre test?It is what it is – and whateverTime is still the infinite jestThe arrow flies when you dream, the hours tick away – the cells tick awayThe Watchmaker keeps to his schemesThe hours tick away – they tick awayThe measure of a life is a measure of love and respectSo hard to earn, so easily burnedIn the fullness of timeA garden to nurture and protectIn the rise and the set of the sun‘Til the stars go spinning – spinning ’round the nightIt is what it is – and foreverEach moment a memory in flightThe arrow flies while you breathe, the hours tick away – the cells tick awayThe Watchmaker has time up his sleeveThe hours tick away – they tick awayThe treasure of a life is a measure of love and respectThe way you live, the gifts that you giveIn the fullness of timeIt’s the only return that you expectThe future disappears into memoryWith only a moment betweenForever dwells in that momentHope is what remains to be seen