In the garden of our life many things may grow There's a time for cutting down, there's a time to sow Seasons passing, the wind will change, clouds will cover the sun Build a shelter from the storm, one that surely will come, will come One that surely will come
Chorus: We must nurture, we must labor For our future we must cater If this garden lays forgotten Left to wither, there the beauty will die
What kind of world are we living in? What kind of world?
While we hold to our yesterdays through tomorrow's dawn We're only serving our memories while we hopelessly yearn For the hour that disappears never to be reborn We can only remember, we can never return, return We can never return