Thomas Donnelly (23rd October 1994)

In that place between memories
My heart yearns to be,
Where the bounties of Heaven
Adorn every tree;
Where the multitude tulips
Bloom noble and free
On the wild lawns that span
The Lost Garden

So gentle the sighing
Is the voice of the stream,
Where it winds through the Alders
Bright waters agleam;
Every sight, smell and sound
Is more rare than it seems
If perchance you could know
The Lost Garden

Green gem of my dreams
Bathed in the red light,
Of perpetual dusk
Between evening and night;
How I envy the songbird
That revels in flight
And whose songs echo o'er
The Lost Garden