The Garden
JACOB BRACKMAN, CARLY SIMON
Come into the garden, It's magical trees
Dapple the sun as they sway with each lazy breeze
They'll set your mind at ease
Pretend you're a child, with nothing to hide
Then we'll join hands and let the universe swing wide
We'll lay our fears aside
Hold me, here we can soon be born again
Trust me, believe we can still be born again
We've been sleeping all our lives
At least we can open our eyes
Our gates are unguarded, I've stolen the key
To where everything holy inside us is free to run free
To smell and taste and touch and see
Hold me, here we can soon be born again
Trust me, believe we can still be born again
We've been sleeping all our lives
At last we can open our eyes