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Persephone - Garden Of May Lyrics

We met under the cherry tree
On a sunday, quarter past three
Over the rainbow, across the hayfield to the right
Onwards to the other side

The boy and me, in the garden of may
In the garden of my younger days
Dreams learned to fly

Through my veins, elation flows
In the meadow, the wild roses grow
I perceived this place as my longed for heaven
I sensed myself, phantasy rouse, in high spirits we douse

The boy and me, in the garden of may
In the garden of my younger days
Dreams learned to fly