We're walking through the garden in the Spring,
The buds are coming out of all the trees.
The birdies in the bushes start to sing-
The pond water is rippling in the breeze.
In fact, there's no one standing by my side;
You're working now and I am on my own.
Yet hand in hand our love walks broad and wide:
Your heart and mine together fully grown.
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