Lyrics Secret Gardens - Judy Collins
                                                My 
                                                grandmother's 
                                                house 
                                                is 
                                                still 
                                                there
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                it 
                                                isn't 
                                                the 
                                                same
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                plain 
                                                wooden 
                                                cottage
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                patch 
                                                of 
                                                brown 
                                                lawn
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                    a 
                                                fence 
                                                that 
                                                hangs 
                                                standing
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                sighing 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                Seattle 
                                                rain
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                drive 
                                                by 
                                                with 
                                                strangers
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                wish 
                                                they 
                                                could 
                                                see 
                                                what 
                                                    I 
                                                see
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                tangle 
                                                of 
                                                summer 
                                                birds
 
                                    
                                
                                                Flying 
                                                in 
                                                sunlight
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                forest 
                                                of 
                                                lillies
 
                                    
                                
                                                An 
                                                orchard 
                                                of 
                                                apricot 
                                                trees
 
                                    
                                
                                                Secret 
                                                Gardens 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                heart
 
                                    
                                
                                                Where 
                                                the 
                                                flowers 
                                                bloom 
                                                forever
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                see 
                                                you 
                                                shining 
                                                through 
                                                the 
                                                night
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                the 
                                                ice 
                                                and 
                                                snow 
                                                of 
                                                winter
 
                                    
                                
                                                Great 
                                                grandfather's 
                                                farm 
                                                is 
                                                still 
                                                there
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                it 
                                                isn't 
                                                the 
                                                same
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                barn 
                                                is 
                                                torn 
                                                down
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                fences 
                                                are 
                                                gone
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                Idaho 
                                                wind 
                                                blows
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                topsoil 
                                                away 
                                                every 
                                                Spring
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                still 
                                                see 
                                                the 
                                                ghosts
 
                                    
                                
                                                Of 
                                                the 
                                                people 
                                                    I 
                                                knew 
                                                long 
                                                ago
 
                                    
                                
                                                Inside 
                                                the 
                                                old 
                                                kitchen
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                bend 
                                                and 
                                                sigh
 
                                    
                                
                                                My 
                                                life 
                                                passed 
                                                them 
                                                up
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                world 
                                                passed 
                                                them 
                                                by
 
                                    
                                
                                                Secret 
                                                Gardens 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                heart
 
                                    
                                
                                                Where 
                                                the 
                                                old 
                                                stay 
                                                young 
                                                forever
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                see 
                                                you 
                                                shining 
                                                through 
                                                the 
                                                night
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                the 
                                                ice 
                                                and 
                                                snow 
                                                of 
                                                winter
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                most 
                                                of 
                                                all
 
                                    
                                
                                                It 
                                                is 
                                                me 
                                                that 
                                                has 
                                                changed
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                yet 
                                                I'm 
                                                still 
                                                the 
                                                same
 
                                    
                                
                                                That's 
                                                me 
                                                at 
                                                the 
                                                weddings
 
                                    
                                
                                                That's 
                                                me 
                                                at 
                                                the 
                                                graves
 
                                    
                                
                                                Dressed 
                                                like 
                                                the 
                                                people
 
                                    
                                
                                                Who 
                                                once 
                                                looked 
                                                so 
                                                grown-up 
                                                and 
                                                brave
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                look 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                mirror
 
                                    
                                
                                                Throught 
                                                the 
                                                eyes 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                child 
                                                that 
                                                was 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                see 
                                                willows 
                                                bending
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                season 
                                                is 
                                                Spring
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                silver 
                                                blue 
                                                sailing 
                                                birds
 
                                    
                                
                                                Fly 
                                                with 
                                                the 
                                                sun 
                                                on 
                                                their 
                                                wings
 
                                    
                                
                                                Secret 
                                                Gardens 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                heart
 
                                    
                                
                                                Where 
                                                dreams 
                                                live 
                                                on 
                                                forever
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                see 
                                                you 
                                                shining 
                                                through 
                                                the 
                                                night
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                the 
                                                ice 
                                                and 
                                                snow 
                                                of 
                                                winter
 
                                    
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