HE LIKES THE LILACS
IN MY GARDEN
I... LOVE TO WATCH HIM FLY
HE'S JUST A TINY, FUZZY BALL
AND I WONDER HOW
HE CAN FLY AT ALL
A WORLD WITHOUT HIM
I DREAD TO THINK
WHAT THAT WOULD BE
AND I IMAGINE MY DISTRESS
IT WOULD BE A NEW
KIND OF LONELINESS
BUT FOR NOW I'M IN MY GARDEN
WATCHING CLOUDS SAIL
WITH THE BREEZE
FEELING CAREFREE, AS I LISTEN
TO THE HUM OF BUMBLEBEES
IT'S QUITE ABSURD
THIS SUMMER MORNING
TO THINK WE COULD BE TRAPPED
INSIDE A WORLD
WHERE ALL IS CHANGING
TOO FAST FOR
BUMBLEBEES TO ADAPT
FROM THYME TO BLUEBELL
FROM HYACINTH TO LILY ROSE
OH, HOW I DO... ADORE THE SIGHT
OF HIS RATHER CLUMSY
ERRATIC FLIGHT
AND FOR NOW I'M IN MY GARDEN
WATCHING CLOUDS SAIL
WITH THE BREEZE
FEELING CAREFREE AS I LISTEN
TO THE HUM OF BUMBLEBEES
YES, FOR NOW, I'M IN MY GARDEN
WATCHING CLOUDS SAIL
WITH THE BREEZE
FEELING SAD
FOR THOSE WHO'D NEVER
HEAR THE HUM OF BUMBLEBEES
OH, YES, FOR NOW
I'M IN MY GARDEN
WATCHING CLOUDS
SAIL WITH THE BREEZE
FEELING SAD
FOR THOSE WHO'D NEVER
HEAR THE HUM
OF BUMBLEBEES...