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 past the strangers and wish they could see what I see A tangle of summer birds flying in sunlight A forest of lilies, 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 house 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 they sigh My life passed them up and the world in it's way 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 who has changed but 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 through the eyes of the child that was me I see willows bending, the season is spring Silver blue sailing birds fly with the sun on their wings
Secret gardens of the heart where the dreams live on forever I see you shining through the night in the ice and snow of winter
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