The Garden
(Carly Simon/Jacob Brackman)

Come into the garden, It's magical trees
Dapple the sun as they sway with each lazy breeze;
They'll set your mind at ease

Pretend you're a child, with nothing to hide
Then we'll join hands and let the universe swing wide;
We'll lay our fears aside

Hold me, here we can soon be born again
Trust me, believe we can still be born again
We've been sleeping all our lives
At last we can open our eyes

Our gates are unguarded, I've stolen the key
To where everything holy inside us is free to run free;
To smell and taste and touch and see

Hold me, here we can soon be born again
Trust me, believe we can still be born again
We've been sleeping all our lives
At last we can open our eyes