She makes a garden
She fills it with dreams
Wild flowers in the sunrise
And high swaying trees
A place of wonder
By a soft rippling stream
Where the honeybees murmur
And the song birds fly free
She tends her garden
She tends it with care
She takes my hand
And she takes me there
She tends her garden
She tends it with care
She takes my hand
And she takes me there
Yellow and crimson
Are the colours I see
Purple and vermilion
And a fanfare of green
She gives me a reason
A reason to be
She makes a garden
She makes a garden for me
She makes a garden for me