There is no bloom in the garden There is no bloom in the garden

There's no bloom in the garden




There's no bloom
in the garden

There's no petal
to choose, to pluck


There's no charm
for the honey bee

There's no nectar
to cherish, to suck

There's none
to dazzle the eye
or tame the senses

There's no loveliness
to keep, garb our fences

There's no bloom
to find forgiveness

There's no bloom
to romance the misses

There's no bloom
to make a supple heart
or find a fresh start

There's no bloom in the garden...