Tenor sounds from the bandstand as the warden wipes the winter off the wall
Children hand to their fathers, bits of Dandelions and Daisies from their finds
Oh what's your favourite time of day? Mine is evening
Sat on the Horniman Green with our shades, just believing

All is ours from what I see, the beating sun will brighten up our climb, we lay amongst the hills
I'll return when summer comes, but you'll be gone and I'll be left with Dandelions and Daisies on my mind

Slowly close up the garden, as the warden rings his bell for one last time
Holding hands, we walk past him, knowing we will be returning soon, it's fine
Oh what's your favourite time of day? Mine is evening
Sat on the Horniman Green with our shades, just believing

All is ours from what I see, the beating sun will brighten up our climb, we lay amongst the hills
I'll return when summer comes, but you'll be gone and I'll be left with Dandelions and Daisies on my mind

All is ours from what I see, the beating sun will brighten up our climb, we lay amongst the hills
I'll return when summer comes, but you'll be gone and I'll be left with Dandelions and Daisies on my mind