I would like some green sun
Some lace and teapots
Some photos of the seaside
In my winter garden
I would like some light
Like in New England
I want to change the atmosphere
In my winter garden
My flowered dress under the November rain
Your hands that run, I can't wait anymore for you
The years pass, that is far for the tender age
No one can hear us
I would like some Fred Astaire
To see a Latcore again
I would always like to please you
In my winter garden
I want to have lunch on the ground
Along the clear gulfs
To hold you with open eyes
In my winter garden
My flowered dress under the November rain
Your hands that run, I can't wait anymore for you
The years pass, that is far for the tender age
No one can hear us