There's something that sounds like a song In my garden, by the willow A piper: 'Oohoo, ahoo, oohoo, ahoo, oohoo, ahoo, hoooo'
I see him when I turn the lights down low, In my garden, wading through the pond. Dressed in sailing wear. 'Oohoo, ahoo, oohoo, ahoo, oohoo, ahoo, hoooo'
I've called him by every name I know, By every name I know, But he won't answer me. He keeps coming forward, but never moving. Is there no destiny here?
It sounds like a song In my garden, by the willow A piper: 'Oohoo, ahoo, oohoo, ahoo, oohoo, ahoo, hoooo'