Into The Garden

INTO THE GARDEN

 

She flits into the garden, she knows everywhere I go

But she thinks that it’s all magic, she know ought not where to go

 

The butterlies are free to fly and the bees just buzz on by

Windswept sunset wonderland for the apple of my eye

 

She sits, and with her pencil, she draws everything she see

She knows that it’s all magic, and it’s all hers to believe

 

The butterlies are free to fly and the bees just buzz on by

Windswept sunset wonderland for the apple of my eye

 

Into the garden, into the garden

Ba ba da ba ba

Magic everywhere

 

She twirls, spins all around me, I love everywhere she goes

Up into the magic, she goes and goes and grows

 

The butterlies are free to fly and the bees just buzz on by

Windswept sunset wonderland for the apple of my eye

 

Into the garden, Into the garden

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