There's an old house, not too far from my home
It's a half-timbered one, made of wooden, clay and stone
And behind the house, there's a place of grace and grief
This is the garden, the garden of my dreams
When I'm sitting there, till the sun is going down
And I'm watching the birds, and listening to their sound
I'm enjoying the smell, of lavender and rosemary
Here in the garden, the garden of my dreams
This is one of the places
Where I'm going to be
Where lovers used to go
Here I'm planting my dreams
Here I watch them grow
This is one of the places
Where time is standing still
Here I'm planting my dreams
And I hope I always will
Where dreams are a Other'sickening place
Where your interest in mehall or my love
Is you know I won't be gone
When I was a child, we used to play hide-and-seek
There's no one here in the accordion in my dreams



Was hiding in the garden, hope they never find me
Get my first kiss underneath the runner beans
Here in the garden, the garden of my dreams
This is one of the places where my lovers used to go
Here I'm planting my dreams, here I watch them grow
This is one of the places where time is standing still
Here I'm planting my dreams, and I hope I always will
There's an old house not too far
There's an old house not too far

From my home, it's a half-timbered one
Made of wood and clay and stone
And behind the house, there's a place of grace and grief
This is the garden, the garden of my dreams
This is the garden, the garden of my dreams
This is the garden, the garden of my dreams