Garden of Dreams - Indian Summer

Days getting shorter, nights turning cold

Last days of summer, tales being told

Canning the fruits now, sweetness your soul

Birds have flewn, now kids are grown

Sunlight still fighting the afternoon

Lisft up the curtains and hand me my cane

Go for a walk now down old Sunny Lane

Take me to places with more smiling faces

Take me to cities, all cultures and races

Show me a warlord that's way out of fashion

Show me a world where there's a place for compassion

Days getting shorter, nights tunring cold

Last rays of sunlight in valley below

Bring home the roses, but leave out the thorn

Ladies gone to the shadowlands

Sunlight still fighting aganist the rain

Let down the curtains and hand me my cane

Go for a walk once more old Sunny Lane