Come and find me in this garden;
I know not where the hours go.
Palm fronds brush against my cheek –
Lone toadstool, blush of mallow.
They say this is the Garden of Eden –
Rocks of lichen, red yucca.
But I think this is probably heaven –
Birds-of-paradise and vinca.
You will find here a green shelter;
Shade fills the inner sanctuary.
Canaries whistle o\'er yonder –
Dew drops on a banana leaf.
Let\'s be as kids like we once were;
Take my hand, let\'s go find its end.
Make a wish on a four-leaf clover –
White passion vine, black-eyed Susan.
Heaven can wait if we persevere.
Let my bosom be your headrest.
Morning glories open to the day;
Sure feels like we\'re heaven-blessed.