| Lemon trees, I could sit there for hours
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| Flowers spoke, and the rain felt like summer
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| Golden fields, like a fence round our kingdom
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| And every branch was a new wall of wisdom
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| We were safe, we were safe in our heaven
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| And little feet ran around in the garden
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| But then we learnt, we learnt about grieving
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| And all was gone, like the garden of Eden
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| And so the story goes
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| Of little feet that marched to church to your funeral
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| They wondered if they’d ever get a mothers love
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| But they were told they’d meet again
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| In the Garden of Eden
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| On the pillowcase, many tears made their patterns
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| Night and day, while the walls round them shattered
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| Now other feet they run around in our garden
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| But at school we laughed, it was our magic armour
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| And so the story goes
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| Of little feet that marched to church to your funeral
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| They wondered if they’d ever get a mothers love
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| But they were told they’d meet again
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| In the Garden of Eden
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| And they heard stories, yeah, people preached
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| About a land where angels rest
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| That she is watching us and she’s proud
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| We just have to do our best
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| So I locked my door and I sang
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| Played guitar 'till my fingers bleed
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| One day I’ll buy back our house
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| And the mother I never had
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| And so the story goes
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| Of little feet that marched to church to your funeral
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| They wondered if they’d ever get a mothers love
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| But they were told they’d meet again
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| In the Garden of Eden |