Down In The Garden کے بول

Down in the garden Is a willow tree Its hair in the breeze Whispers to me A voice is calling From deep inside It's longing to find One of its kind For I am the rising sun I am the birdsong when the day is done I am the tear in your eye I am alive Down in the garden Where the mushrooms grow And the moss-covered stone Shows me home Wet soil on my fingers I draw back the veil And I say a prayer But I'm not scared Down in the gardens Leaves will fall Down to the ground Without a sound If ever you need me There's a willow tree It's hair in the breeze That's where I'll be