Down in the garden
Is a willow tree
Its hair in the breeze
Whispers to me
A voice is calling
From deep inside
It's longing to find
One of its kind
(Chorus)
For I am the rising sun
I am the birdsong when the day is done
I am the tear in your eye
I am alive
Down in the garden
Where the mushrooms grow
And the moss-covered stone
Shows me home
Wet soil on my fingers
I draw back the veil
And I say a prayer
But I'm not scared
Down in the gardens
Leaves will fall
Down to the ground
Without a sound
If ever you need me
There's a willow tree
It's hair in the breeze
That's where I'll be