Once in a garden

Where dreams could be found

Once children’s laughter

Was the only sound

No worries, troubles were few

Once in a garden where innocence rang pure and true

Once on a hill top, beneath the old tree

Swings made of tires made us feel so free

The butterflies kissed our hair

Once on a hill top, I still see us right there

Hours of make believe, playing in the sun

Dreaming with wonder, what would we become?

Hours of make believe, playing in the sun

Dreaming with wonder, what would we become?

My best friend holding my hand

We’d run by the sea

Through castles of sand

Once in a forest, just like Robin Hood

Flowers were our playmates, we only saw good

In everything, be it right or wrong

Once in a garden, I still can hear our song

Can you hear our song?

Can you hear our song?