The Garden
Minnie Frye / Nino Ferrer
I ran to the garden and the rose touch my nose
And the grass touch 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
What will I do
What will I do
What will I do
If you never come true
What will I do
What will I do