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?