MISSING THE GARDEN

WHAT IS THE GARDEN DOING

HE SAID WITHOUT A SMILE

IT’S AGES SINCE I’VE BEEN THERE

I’VE FORGOTTEN ALL ITS STYLE

THESE FOUR WALLS THAT SURROUND ME

ARE PLAIN AS PLAIN CAN BE

PAINTED OUT WITH PASTELS

HOW I LONG TO SEE MY TREE

I WANT TO SMELL THE FLOWERS

NOT THE ONES THAT’S IN THAT VASE

AND LAY UPON THE LAWN

YOU KNOW THE ONE THAT’S OURS

TO HEAR THAT MORNING CHORUS

THAT FLOWS FROM FAR AND NEAR

AS IT CARRIES ON THE WIND

IN TONES SO RICH AND CLEAR

THAT BEAUTY THAT I’M MISSING

IT LEAVES ME OH SO BLUE

CAN I GO BACK HOME WITH YOU

TO THE WORLD THAT ONCE I KNEW

DON’T WORRY I’M BEING SILLY

I KNOW IT FOR THE BEST

FOR AGE HAS CAUGHT UP WITH ME

AND TAKEN ALL MY ZEST

IT JUST THAT I REMEMBER

HOW ONCE MY LIFE HAD BEEN

WHILE SITTING IN MY GARDEN

THAT’S NOW JUST IN MY DREAMS

PTT