I stand in the lane
Looking at the garden
Well tended by You-Know-Who
And think it's beautiful.
I'd like to go in
And walk for hours
But I can't
They don't Know me.
I look at the round, painted door
Which is open for the breeze
And I wish so hard
That it was open for me.
I want to go in
Sit with Them
Be with Them
But they don't notice me.
As I stand looking
Tears of longing in my eyes
I feel a gentle hand
Take mine.
I turn to see
Two before me
Green eyes and Grey eyes
Smiling at me now.
They bow politely
Call me "Miss"
And pull me through
That round, painted door
that I wanted to open
just for me.
Looking at the garden
Well tended by You-Know-Who
And think it's beautiful.
I'd like to go in
And walk for hours
But I can't
They don't Know me.
I look at the round, painted door
Which is open for the breeze
And I wish so hard
That it was open for me.
I want to go in
Sit with Them
Be with Them
But they don't notice me.
As I stand looking
Tears of longing in my eyes
I feel a gentle hand
Take mine.
I turn to see
Two before me
Green eyes and Grey eyes
Smiling at me now.
They bow politely
Call me "Miss"
And pull me through
That round, painted door
that I wanted to open
just for me.
