She hears of snow
Thinks of her garden
Buried under
All the layers
All the years
She has turned it over
In its grave
So that it can live again
No one's flowers bloom as hers do
With twenty years of love and knees
If she's alive
With them this spring
She'll say how much I've given
Won't you give it all back to me?
Thinks of her garden
Buried under
All the layers
All the years
She has turned it over
In its grave
So that it can live again
No one's flowers bloom as hers do
With twenty years of love and knees
If she's alive
With them this spring
She'll say how much I've given
Won't you give it all back to me?