Lyrics
[verse]
There's an old stone bench beneath the sycamore where we would sit,
Watching paper boats we folded drift and slowly quit.
Now the bench is empty, and the shadows stretch out long,
And I walk that garden path still humming our old song.
[chorus]
And I don't think that I can face this world alone again,
The way the light was golden, the way the soft spring rain
Fell on everything we planted in that quiet little park,
Before you left me standing lost here in the dark.
[verse]
I remember every color of the ribbons in your hair,
The way you laughed at nothing just to fill the empty air.
Now the seasons turn without you, and the flowers bloom and fade,
And I'm still tending gardens for a love that time betrayed.
[chorus]
And I don't think that I can face this world alone again,
The way the light was golden, the way the soft spring rain
Fell on everything we planted in that quiet little park,
Before you left me standing lost here in the dark.
[bridge]
Oh no, oh no, the years keep drifting on,
Oh no, oh no, and still my love lives on,
Somewhere in that garden where the ivy climbs the wall,
I hear your laughter echo through it all.
[chorus]
And I don't think that I can face this world alone again,
The way the light was golden, the way the soft spring rain
Fell on everything we planted in that quiet little park,
Before you left me standing lost here in the dark.
