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 out 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