As she walks through her garden, with roses and violets,
It brings memories of long long ago.
When on warm sunny mornings, she'd walk barefoot in the dew,
Between the sweet smelling pinks, and the lilacs in a row.
Dancing amid the diamonds, Love had spread upon the grass,
And with joy only a child would know,
She'd lightly jump, skip and twirl, like a ballerina girl.
Long hair flowing in the wind, as it gently starts to blow.
Yes, this memory finds her, in a trance as she stands here,
In her "Garden of Memory Show."