English summer garden

When I see your English summer garden

My soul opens its eyes

I remember the foxgloves

Waist high

And the willow hurdle

I made

One day

At the Cambridge BG

There was the red robin too

That I loved and knew

Like an old friend

Dancing along the fence

And the squirrel who came

Burying the walnuts from our tree

Under the ground

And even though

England is gone from me now

Images of your summer garden

Summon up the love I have

For that place

One day I pray

I will get to touch

Your beautiful face

Again

And share a cup of tea

In that gorgeous English summer garden

You made