Once in a garden where dreams could be found

Once children's laughter was the only sound

No worries troubles were few



Once in garden where innocence rang pure and true

Once on a hilltop beneath the old tree

Swings made of tires made us feel so free



The butterflies kissed our hair

Once on a hilltop 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 cold in 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?