I'd like to have an English garden,
Where flowers spill in quiet bloom,
With ivy climbing through the trees
And winding paths of soft perfume.
 
I'll sit beside a mossy stone,
Where lavender and thyme have grown,
And let the breeze, with gentle art,
Unravel all the knots of heart.
 
I'd rest beneath a weathered oak,
Where clover and the daisies soak
In sunlight’s warmth, and let the air
Unwind the thoughts I never share.