Tekstovi: Esther Ofarim. Childrens songs. In The Garden.

Here in the garden of my home
I sit and watch the flowers grown,
sometimes I think that I'm alone
here in the garden of my home.

My mind is falling down,
the sky is all around,
someone is standing there
and now he's gone, I don't know where

Sometimes I think I'm much too loud
and then I'm standing on a cloud,
it all depends on what I hear
and then again there's nothing clear.

I want to take a dive,
or watch a street car drive
in spite of all I fall
and watch the colours on the wall.

Here in the garden of my home
Here in the garden of my home
I sit and watch the flowers grown
and watch the flowers grown
sometimes I think that I'm alone
I think that I'm so alone
here in the garden of my home,
the garden of my home.

I want to take a dive,
or watch a street car drive
in spite of all I fall
and watch the colours on the wall.

Here in the garden of my home
I sit and watch the flowers grown,
sometimes I think that I'm alone
here in the garden of my home.

Here in the garden of my home,
here in the garden of my home