Won't you please come to my garden,
And journey to far away lands?
Such wonderful, marvelous sights to see,
We'd look at the world so differently!
There's beauty enduring,
And in its first blush;
Exquisite, each one, to behold.
And creatures of curious workmanship!
More perfect and precious than gold.
There's ripening treats on this magical day,
No one will find us tucked so far away.
You whisper to me and I'll whisper to you,
As afternoon fades into night.
No matter how long 'til we journey again,
This moment is golden and light.