I hear a faint melody,
gentle and sweet
It's taking me back to the house of my mother
And there in the garden,
up in a tree
I look at our home
from the top of the world
No one can touch me,
for this is my kingdom
I'm wrapped in her love,
protected
but free
In the hush of the night,
that's when I recall her face
And her fond and firm embrace
in the bright light of day
I can sometimes hear her play,
but the music slips away
Making rosebuds in the garden,
I remember the things we did
She gave me her
love for music when I was only a kid
She stayed young all her life
In the hush of the night,
that's when I recall her face
And her fond and firm embrace in the bright light of day
Making rosebuds in the garden,
I remember the things we did
She gave me her love for music when I was only a kid
She stayed young all her life And though years have drifted by,
since we