Down in The Garden Lyrics

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.