Once in a garden Where dreams could be found Once children’s laughter Was the only sound No worries, troubles were few Once in a garden where innocence rang pure and true
Once on a hill top, beneath the old tree Swings made of tires made us feel so free The butterflies kissed our hair Once on a hill top, I still see us right there
Hours of make believe, playing in the sun Dreaming with wonder, what would we become?
Hours of make believe, playing in the sun Dreaming with wonder, what would we become? My best friend holding my hand We’d run by the sea Through castles of sand
Once in a forest, just like Robin Hood Flowers were our playmates, we only saw good In everything, be it right or wrong Once in a garden, I still can hear our song Can you hear our song? Can you hear our song?