Daughter: "Mother, father, where did you go?
I hear the flowers as they speak below
Someone help me, I'm so afraid
The shape in the distance is coming my way"

"Oh, please come hold me," said the woman all covered in leaves
"He's come again: the man with the roses that grow from his hands"

I'm your gardener

"Mother, your poor hands
The better to hold yours again
And where did he go"
I am him, my love
Watch my garden grow

Little girl, standing there with your daddy's skin and your momma's hair
I'll have you know I will feed them to my roses and you're next

I am the noises that you hear when you're in bed
And I'll be the last face that you see before you're dead
With your father gone and your mom in chains
I have time to sleep in late

Your mother never looked so good
Your daddy should have brought his gun

Now sleep child, just sleep
And when you wake you will grow at my feet
Yes, when you wake you'll be beautiful again