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
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