Down the Garden Path

When radiant blooms of springtime abound in every humble garden grows many a fancier flower to be found though noblest is still the rose How gently do the ivy vines cling like sunshine on mossy walls how lovely does the little bird sing his sweet, throaty enthralls Where blazing morning glories climb in shades of violet and blue they grow like memories entwined with seasons spent here with you In a springtime of soft lovers' strolls we walked the garden path across verdant and dewy knolls echoed the river's laugh As we grow old and lose our faith there is a truth that will console the footsteps of our fleeting youth leave balmy imprints on our souls