The Garden

Won't you bring all the flowers you find out in the garden
Don't tell me the truth...that your heart has hardened

But you don't want me anymore
How can it be?
Look what you've done to me

The bee does quickly sting
I was wondering, if you could maybe, darling, think?
I'd give everything if you'd grant my love a pardon
And all the fruits again would fill the garden

But you don't want me anymore
How can it be?
Look what you've done to me


By Mirah