There is a boy
in the garden
He’s looking at the sky
Wild summer roses
He’s holding them up high
Sun on his face and
wind in his hair
and all I can do is
stand there and stare
There is a boy
in the garden
He’s looking at the sky
Wild summer roses
He’s holding them up high
Sun on his face and
wind in his hair
and all I can do is
stand there and stare