In the park there's a wicker made plane
That crashed down just the other day
The pilot had lost his way
Got disoriented and crash landed in the middle of the city
He'd never seen buildings so tall
And wondered why they even didn't never lean over and fall
Like he did
But oh how they seemed to lean over him now
as if to peer down on the broken scene
As if to question the innocent invasion of the stranger
brought down in the hurricane
He said
Wherever I am Lord, please you must explain
Just hours I took off in my wicker plane
Night fell, and with it came the rain
Down on the buildings, the pilot, the plane
Rain ran down his hair hanging so low
Making circles in the puddles where the drops would go
Little boy came along
Took him to a tree on a gentle slope
Said "This tree is a misfit like you and me,
On rainy nights like this the bark comes off like rope"
They bundled up the bark each took a load
Took it to the high rise where the little one lived
Tossed it down to the park with a mighty throw
And watched it unroll to the ground, round
The pilot ran down tied the bark to the prop
Then promptly left the park to go back to the top
There they hauled the plane clear up to the roof
The boy said the place you come from that's where I'll be from too
Wherever I am Lord, please you must explain
Just hours ago I was taking off in my wicker (wicker)
Wicker plane
Now you're in a lovely garden
It's such a lovely garden
Now you're in a lovely garden
It's such a lovely garden
Now you're in a lovely garden
Wherever I am lord
I know where I am lord
Wherever I am lord
I know where I am lord
Wherever I am Lord, please you must explain
Just hours ago I was taking off in my wicker (wicker) wicker (wicker) plane
Just hours ago I was taking off in my wicker (wicker) wicker (wicker) plane