If I were to have my
Own Secret Garden
How would I arrange my flowers
Risen red roses
Water lilies floating about the streams
Without making a sound
Mangolia save me
Shade me with your beauty
Until my skin brightens to ivory
Pyrenees oh would you please
Stay here and talk to me
Your layers of soft pedals
It seems like we relate you see
I've never had my own secret garden before
I'd grow it so full & free
But the walls are the sweet irony
Oh, sweet irony
You set me free
In the space of your master piece
Restrain from the rules of any strange society
You surround me
When I don't see
Your love is so pristine
To tell such a tale
And make one believe
I've never had my own secret garden before
I'd grow it so full & free
But the walls are the sweet irony