THE GARDEN

I ran to the garden
And the rose touch my nose
And the grass touch 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
What will I do
What will I do
What will I do
If you never come true
What will I do
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