the Bop-bop-a-whoa Bop-bop-a-whoa Bop-bop-a-whoa Can't get enough of the Bop-bop-a-whoa Bop-bop-a-whoa Bop-bop-a-whoa If the summer kept a secret
in a temple of doom You might get trapped in a temple of doom Moonlight illuminate my night and my days sunray make the people say And a vision something
its hard-shell case Leave the worried look on your lover's face Let the orange embers in the fireplace remain 'Cause everything, it must belong somewhere A
The summer was the reason Why it took so long to see That even if I do possess Some seeds of honesty, There is no garden, So how come I have no land?
As the summer fades away You'll lead me to the garden Passing the lovers Swooning in the autumn See yourself Your image in the eyes of someone else See
that I wish my hair was long Sailing through the autumn leaves singin' an ancient song Or falling in love in the streets at night at the edge of a local
In her garden Mingling the breeze with memories Of a time when There was a room with pale yellow hues Her room with a view Where love made a bed of
a great bird landing tears of autumn there's a white tent that sits in the middle of a raft that floats down floats down the middle of a river, of a
heart a boost, we ruled the roost In an English Country Garden Just as I got broody you got moody In an English Country Garden English Country Garden English Country Garden
In the garden of Eden, I try to search for you In the garden of Eden, I am loving you - forever in love with you Still searching around, I can't hear
Slowly let me tell you a story of a tree, an apple tree Once in a summertime garden lived a little apple tree And the man who owned it wanted it to be
sit In her garden Mingling the breeze with memories Of a time when There was a room in pale yellow hues Her room with a view Where love made a bed of
Shes standind here like carved in stone In silence veiled, her withered cheek A childhood queen without a throne My dreamless sleeping child Red
Captured Within A Shroud of Autumn All Is Silent as I Depart The Earth Only The Sound of A Storm So Far Drawing Nearer To Catch My Soul My Life Is Ended
In my garden, among the trees runs a river, ten foot deep in it lies a hundred tears In my garden, among the trees In my dreams, among the ruins
the pentagram and satan says the rosary, when the gates of hell are frozen and heaven burns eternally. when day and night become a union become a single
I'm living now there is another one that could have been, a brighter one I've never seen, a paradise. Thoughts wither like autumn leaves, full of sorrow
into a pitcher; This I placed in the cellar on a shelf collecting dust . Autumn, then winter, rose up from the sea, and my Garden was a garden filled