No Garden Shall Grow
Winds whisper in the hills
My lost love's voice when I am still
I hear that rustle in the trees
And know all that's left me
Remember paradise
Reflected in our eyes
Look upon the fireplace, his picture's hung
There I see my lover's face forever young
Oh, I'd cry me a river if it made my heart free
But if water won't move mountains, then bone dry this land shall be
And I'd plant a bed of flowers, if their blooms could cure sorrow
But if happiness won't blossom, then no garden shall grow
Silver hair, wrinkled skin
Think of all that could have been
I should have left and been more brave in my own time
Frozen heart and dusty grave are all that's mine
Oh, I'd cry me a river if it made my heart free
But if water won't move mountains, then bone dry this land shall be
And I'd plant a bed of flowers, if their blooms could cure sorrow
But if happiness won't blossom, then no garden shall grow
Oh, I'd cry me a river if it made my heart free
But if water won't move mountains, then bone dry this land shall be
And I'd plant a bed of flowers, if their blooms could cure sorrow
But if happiness won't blossom, then no garden shall grow
My lost love's voice when I am still
I hear that rustle in the trees
And know all that's left me
Remember paradise
Reflected in our eyes
Look upon the fireplace, his picture's hung
There I see my lover's face forever young
Oh, I'd cry me a river if it made my heart free
But if water won't move mountains, then bone dry this land shall be
And I'd plant a bed of flowers, if their blooms could cure sorrow
But if happiness won't blossom, then no garden shall grow
Silver hair, wrinkled skin
Think of all that could have been
I should have left and been more brave in my own time
Frozen heart and dusty grave are all that's mine
Oh, I'd cry me a river if it made my heart free
But if water won't move mountains, then bone dry this land shall be
And I'd plant a bed of flowers, if their blooms could cure sorrow
But if happiness won't blossom, then no garden shall grow
Oh, I'd cry me a river if it made my heart free
But if water won't move mountains, then bone dry this land shall be
And I'd plant a bed of flowers, if their blooms could cure sorrow
But if happiness won't blossom, then no garden shall grow
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Writer(s): Liz Thompson
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