T'was just a garden in the rain Close to a little leafy lane A touch of color 'neath skies of gray The raindrops kissed the flowerbeds The blossoms raised
scene The fault with this whole pantomime Cracks in this fine social scene Fault with this whole pantomime I couldn't see the cracks in this fine social scene
door today, But talking birds and tales of Fairies keep me scared away. And yes, I promised not to tell what Else is there, although If in the maze you chance to see A garden
House Upon the Hill DREAMERS: High on a hill sits a big old house With something wrong inside it. Spirits haunt the halls And make no effort now to
perhaps? Might I Speak up, child Might I have a bit of earth, sir? A bit of earth? To plant seeds in, yes sir, a garden Do you care about gardens so
Translation: The King and I soundtrack. Garden Scene.
: T'was just a garden in the rain Close to a little leafy lane A touch of color 'neath skies of gray The raindrops kissed the flower beds The blossoms
their eyes Fat happy babies sit on their born thin mother's thighs Picture a vow Picture well I couldn't see the cracks in this fine social scene I couldn
T'was just a garden in the rain Close to a little leafy lane A touch of color 'neath skies of gray The raindrops kissed the flower beds The blossoms
their eyes Fat happy babies sit on their born thin mother's thighs Picture a vow Picture well I couldn't see the cracks in this fine social scene I
or mythical scenes Then there above their heads just as vivid as life Each vision transported multitudes inventing light Grecian galleons, the sack of Troy, to the Gardens
mythical scenes Then there above their heads just as vivid as life Each vision transported in multitudes inventing light Grecian galleons, The Sack of Troy, to the Gardens
If frisy hair was a metaphor for festival time then this woman is a goddess of that festival shrine, met her - at a jam in that garden of sorts I must
He's a real live wire He's the best of his kind Wait till you see those eyes He dresses like this different scene He'll kiss you, make you feel sixteen
the garden it's starting to rain The trees are trembling Erica's repeating Erica, there is no laughter in the garden [repeat] Erica is feeling something
of gangreen. Gain the green then exit the scene, with a fine chick who could fill up a pair of jenes. See i'm doing this shit, doing this shit, for magnet, and niggas at Coney Gardens
taking I work for it I be doing right, but I'm being punished on earth for it What else can I do, to make it on this scene? Seem like whatever I do,
Sounds like a scene from the silver screen Yeah, that's how it was Love doesn't always look like a picture perfect storybook Ah, but sometimes it does
