Of Raymond

I have stood here in this garden

Where you placed me in the spring

I have held my arms gracefully from my side



A dog dish and an Afro pick

You laid beside me as a trick

Of compassion that comes through the night



In fields of green, in field of straw

There ain't no telling what we saw

As we stand together on this hill



I used to be a part of a more complicated scheme

As furniture with glass upon my head

You paint me white, you clean me off

You say my name each time you cough

It's a pattern as old as it gets



I'll stay right here till you get back

You're concrete white, I'm plastic black

I'm the statue of the Virgin Mary



I am free from all decisions

I am free from all despair

You can see there's not a wrinkle on my face



Looks pretty good from where I stand

No crying fields, no sins of man

All for the love of Raymond

All for the love of Raymond