歌词
In the garden
Trees are growing slowly
Out into the falling snow
She's lying
Her man should be there
But he would not come
He's waiting downstairs
His head on the ground
For the child to come home
I'm in the pathway
I see her sitting
Birds are flying in the sky
She's lovely
I showed her a chair
But she would not come
She curled up her hair
And brought out a sound
Children never come home