The Garden

In this one of many possible worlds

All for the best, or some bizarre test

It is what it is and whatever

Time is still the infinite jest

The arrow flies when you dream

The hours tick away, the cells tick away

The watchmaker keeps to his schemes

The hours tick away, they tick away

The measure of a life is a measure of love and respect

So hard to earn, so easily burned

The measure of a life is a measure of love and respect

So hard to earn, so easily burned

In the fullness of time

A garden to nurture and protect

In the rise and the set of the sun

To the stars goes spinning, spinning round the night

Oh, it is what it is and forever

Each moment of memory and flight

The arrow flies while you dream

The hours tick away, the cells tick away

The watchmaker has time up his sleeve

The hours tick away, they tick away

The measure of a life is a measure of love and respect

So hard to earn, so easily burned

In the fullness of time

A garden to nurture and protect (It's a measure of a life)

The treasure of a life is a measure of love and respect

The way you live the gifts that you give

In the fullness of time is the only return I do expect

The future disappears to memory

With only a moment between

Forever dwells in that moment

Hope is what remains to be seen

Forever dwells in that moment

Hope is what remains to be seen

In the fullness of time

A garden to nurture and protect (It's a measure of a life)

In the fullness of time

A garden to nurture and protect (It's a measure of a life)

In the fullness of time

A garden to nurture and protect (It's a measure of a life)

In the fullness of time

A garden to nurture and protect

(It's a measure of a life)

(It's a measure of a life)

(It's a measure of a life)

(It's a measure of a life)