Deep inside a secret garden
Beside the wishing stream
Wishes are planted and watered with tears
And grow into a dream

The dreams are plucked by young and old
Each night from the wishing ground
Then returned from whence they came
To the garden where they were found

Sometimes they're picked too early
That's when nightmares are born
Those are the dreams that's cast aside
Their roots then twisted and torn

The wishes are planted in Winter and Fall
And come to life in the Spring
The dreams in the garden have to be picked
To see what magic they bring

Deep inside a secret garden
Beside the wishing stream
Wishes are planted and watered with tears
And grow into a dream