walk with me
in my beautful english garden
talk with me
you won't have to beg my pardon
free your heart
from the world you know
touch the sky
feel the cool wind blow
let your spirit grow

let your inner self unfreeze
you can put away that gun
it's only you that holds the keys
you don't have to run
you know your work is done

come stroll with me
let's see what we might see
within your heart
you'll know what you might be
in my english garden

take my hand
in my beautiful english garden
please understand
don't let your feelings harden
this life we know
is a fleeting thing
no time for tears
and the pain they bring
this pauper shall be king

see the trees, feel the breeze
the warmth of the golden sun
it's only you that holds the keys
it's really so much fun
when you know your work is done

rest awhile
in my beautiful english garden
just close your eyes
you won't have to beg my pardon
as you make your way back home
just throw it all away
the sadness and the shame
that belong to yesterday
your world is here to stay

see the trees, feel the breeze
the warmth of the golden sun
it's only you that holds the keys
it's really so much fun
when you know your work is done

© abracad 2003