I would like a green sun
Some lace and teapots
Some pictures of the seaside
In my winter garden
I would like some light
Like in New England
I want a change of atmosphere
In my winter garden
Your floral dress under the November rain
My hands, running through, I just can't wait
The years have gone by, our youth is so far behind
No one can hear us
I would like some Fred Astaire
To see a Latcore again
I would like to please you still
In my winter garden
I want to have lunch on the ground
Along the clear gulfs
Kiss you with my eyes open
In my winter garden
Your floral dress under the November rain
My hands, running through, I just can't wait
The years come and go, our youth is so far behind
No one can hear us