THE GARDEN

I ran through the garden

And a rose touched my nose

And the grass touched my toes

And I thought of you.

I looked to the sky

And the sky was passing by

Like a lazy butterfly

And I thought of you.

Oh what will I do

If you never come true

Oh what will I do?

You rode a cloud

Like an arrow through my heart

And it tore my heart apart

And I thought of you.

The rose cried a tear

And the clouds cried with rain

And the cherubs cried in vain

And I thought of you.

Oh what will I do

If you never come true

Oh what will I do?