Garden Of My Home

 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 spirit’s 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.


 ©1967 Barry Gibb, Robin Gibb, Maurice Gibb
 von Esther & Abi Ofarim veröffentlicht
 danke an Thomas Grabowski