There are days I wake to peace I can't explain that comes and carries menAnd the plans I made when I was young have only left menDistracted from all the many things I'd never changenIt's no use trying to rearrange what's come and gonennGo down to the garden and see the things we've plantednUp from all that's withered, though often took for granted,nGrows flowers we've not planted... reminding mennIn a photograph, there's a quiet country house with windows facing westnAnd I'm standing with a girl that's come to walk beside menAnd when the leaves fall gently down upon her golden hairnI'll take her to the alter stairs and say, I'm yoursnnGo down to the garden and see the things we've plantednUp from all that's withered, though often took for grantednGrows flowers we've not planted... reminding mennour love will grownour love will grow