WALLS INTO FLOWERS WORDS & MUSIC:   Earl P. Reinhalter CHORUS: you turned the castle walls, you turned the castle walls, you turned the castle walls into flowers. now my garden won't heal, my garden won't heal, my garden won't heal until the final hours. BRIDGE: in a dark darkroom in the darkest night, in the catacomb of the dim red light, you didn't want to go, I could hardly stand, now thousands of angels are waving my hand. CHORUS: you turned the castle walls, you turned the castle walls, you turned the castle walls into flowers. now my garden won't heal, my garden won't heal, my garden won't heal until the final hours. © Copyright 1997 Earl P. Reinhalter.   All Rights Reserved.