There's a strange perfume in the garden
Making the grey clouds roll away
Who's doing pirouettes in the dandelions
Won't she ever go away

The big trees are white and barren
She weaves in and out with care
Cold tea in the slow breeze in the garden
You don't even know she's there

You can pull down the blinds on her beauty
But she isn't going to go away
Once there was a time when I could call her
Not a single word to say
Any old time of the day

Lyrics submitted by Mellow_Harsher

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