Garden Path Songtext
von Shannon Hurley

Down the garden path
Windy Sunday afternoon
Hidden by the trees
We go to wait there for the moon
Down the garden path we go
Our days are simple
And the minutes seem like hours
Innocence is not yet lost
Yet lost among the flowers

Down the garden path we go


The sun is on fire
I′m watching it burn
The world is on fire
I'm letting it turn

As the sun goes down
We awaken from our sleep
Everything must come to an end
And so must this midsummer′s dream

Down the garden path we go
Down the garden path we go

The sun is on fire
I'm watching it burn
The world is on fire
I'm letting it turn