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 hilltop
Beneath the old tree
Swings made of tires
Made us feel so free
The butterflies kissed our hair
Once on a hilltop
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, cold in 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?