Thanks of the Secret Garden

Thank you Mary, dear sweet Mary,

Thank you for bringing spring and life back to my home,

For awakening my friends from their deep slumber,

And reminding me of those wonderful spring days so long ago.

It's been so long since anyone has shown us such care,

Not since the misses was last here,

Kind mistress Lilias who would bring the little lord,

Young mister Colin, O' what a sweet boy he was.

They would swing from my branches,

Protected from the sun by my leaves,

With the bird houses hanging from my twigs.

Enclosed in our fairy world,

Hidden behind Ivy vines,

And enclosed by Roses hanging from our branches and climbing the walls,

With snowdrops,

Iris and white Lilies growing from the ground,

Creating a world of magic and flowers.