The Country Garden. - Poem by Cecil Lees
It is only a country garden,
With flowers sweet and rare,
Where honey bees hum merrily
And butterflies are there.
It is only a country garden
It’s near to god they say
Where you can ponder for a while,
At the end of every day
It is only a country garden, where the sweetest roses grow,
And the birds are always singing
From dawn til evenings grow.
It’s just a glimpse of heaven,
Beneath a sky of blue,
It’s only a country garden,
But it holds my love, and you.
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