There are days I wake to peace I can't explain that comes and carries me
And the plans I made when I was young have only left me
Distracted from all the many things I'd never change
It's no use trying to rearrange what's come and gone
Go down to the garden and see the things we've planted
Up from all that's withered, though often took for granted,
Grows flowers we've not planted... reminding me
In a photograph, there's a quiet country house with windows facing west
And I'm standing with a girl that's come to walk beside me
And when the leaves fall gently down upon her golden hair
I'll take her to the alter stairs and say, "I'm yours"
Go down to the garden and see the things we've planted
Up from all that's withered, though often took for granted
Grows flowers we've not planted... reminding me
our love will grow
our love will grow