Nino Ferrer
THE GARDEN


I ran through the garden
And a rose touched my nose
And the grass touched my toes
And I thought of you.

I looked to the sky
And the sky was passing by
Like a lazy butterfly
And I thought of you.

Oh what will I do
If you never come true
Oh what will I do?

You rode a cloud
Like an arrow through my heart
And it tore my heart apart
And I thought of you.

The rose cried a tear
And the clouds cried with rain
And the cherubs cried in vain
And I thought of you.

Oh what will I do
If you never come true
Oh what will I do?

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