C Am You tend to the garden, Ill trim the weedsC Am The vines grew tall but theres some beauty underneathC Am May not be much but its everything we needC Am Its ours and thats enough for meC Years fly byAm F Or rot my teethC We all want an endless loveAm F To keep away the agingC An endless loveAm F No endless sleepC Am F Our hearts will stay alive after our bodies leaveAm F Sit on these steps and touch the paintAm F So both our ghosts remember, dont cryAm F Etch our names into the woodAm F So all our words will linger onAm F Like the rake and the spadeAm F In the garden that we madeAm F C It was a garden right here, foreverC Am I used to wonder how I would fill the yearsC Am A life is too long if theres no love for you to shareC Am So when I met you, I finally felt fearC Am Because I never want this to endC Am We lay in bed late and talk of life and deathC Am Of all the poets who laid their minds to restC Am The questions always, what happens next?C Am And its a sore subject (just bones and flesh)C Years fly byAm F Or rot my teethC We all want an endless loveAm F To keep away the agingC An endless loveAm F No endless sleepC Am F Our hearts will stay alive after our bodies leaveAm F Sit on these steps and touch the paintAm F So both our ghosts remember, don’t cryAm F Etch our names into the woodAm F So all our words will linger onAm F Like the rake and the spadeAm F In the garden that we madeAm F C It was a garden right here, foreverC Years fly byAm F Or rot my teethC We all want an endless loveAm F To keep away the agingC An endless loveAm F No endless sleepC Am F Our hearts will stay alive after our bodies leaveC An endless loveAm F No endless sleepC Am F Our hearts will stay alive after our bodies leaveAm F Like the rake and the spadeAm F In the garden that we madeAm F C It was a garden right here, forever
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