I built us a cottage in my dreams
With a beautiful garden outside.
My flowers bloom when you look my way.
I wonder, do yours' bloom for me too?
And so I hide these feelings away,
Petals pressed on a worn page.
I yearn for honeysuckle mornings,
Rosy kisses and buttercup hugs.
My flowers remain ever-blooming.
I wonder, do you yearn for me too?
And so I hide these feelings away,
Petals pressed on a worn page.
I long to take your hand and run
As far as young love will carry us.
My flowers bloom lovelier still, though
I wonder, do you long for this too?
And so I hide these feelings away,
Petals pressed on a worn page.
I wonder, are you hiding yours' too?
Petals pressed on a worn page.