The Garden
(专辑： Anticipation - 1971)
Come into the
garden, It's magical trees Dapple the
sun as they sway with each lazy breeze; They'll set your mind at ease. Pretend you're a
child, with nothing to hide, Then we'll join hands and let the
universe swing wide; We'll lay our fears aside Hold me, here we can soon be born again Trust me, believe we can still be born again We've been sleeping all our lives, Atleast we can open our eyes. Our gates are unguarded, I've stolen the
key, To where everything holy inside us is free to run free; To smell and taste and touch and see. Hold me, here we can soon be born again. Trust me, believe we can still be born again. We've been sleeping all our lives, At last we can open our eyes.
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