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 fields 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