I ran through the garden and a rose touched my nose
And the grass touched my toes, and I thought of you.
I looked to the sky and the sky was passing by
Like a lazy butterfly, and I thought of you.
Oh what will I do if you never come true, oh what will I do?
You rode a cloud like an arrow through my heart
And it tore my heart apart, and I thought of you.
The rose cried a tear and the clouds cried with rain
And the cherubs cried in vain, and I thought of you.
Oh what will I do if you never come true, oh what will I do?
