The Garden
Dorothy Moses, Minnie Frye, Nino Ferrer
I ran to the garden
And a rose touched my nose
And the grass touched my toes
And I thought of you
I looked to the sky
And the sky was passing by
Like a lazy butterfly
And I thought of you
Oh, what will I do
If you never come true?
What will I do?
Grew out out of a cloud
Like an arrow through my heart
And it tore my heart apart
And I thought of you
The wolves cried a tear
And the clouds cried with rain
And the chairs cried in vain
And I thought of you
Oh, what will I do
If you never come true?
What will I do?
What will I do?
What will I do?
If you never come true?
What will I do?
What will I do?
What will I do?
If you never come true?
What will I do?
What will I do?
