Find me down the garden path, the one so full of life.

Find me picking honeysuckle with my pocket knife.

Find me sprinkling primrose seeds among the blooming rows.

Find me singing songs of love as the colors begin to show

Find me in the complex trees under the morning sun

Find me laughing with kea birds as they watch me run

Find me on the ivory bench listening to the doves

Find me down the garden path, the one we both had loved