Fandom: The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett

 

 

In the Garden

 

A child can nurture a garden

and a garden can nurture a child

in a place that's filled with sweet laughter;

hearts loving all the while...

In the garden.

In the garden.

Oh, wherever you are,

wherever you go,

remember the place where the roses grow...

In the garden.

In the garden.

Where flowers bloom and robins sing

because a child took a garden

under her wing.

With the help of a little lass

and a boy from the moor,

three children found magic

behind a hidden door...

In the garden.

In the garden.

Well, Mary Lennox was a sour girl;

she didn't know of the love in the world.

Her frivolous parents never gave her a thought;

she was the one who they all but forgot.

Her mother was vain while Mary was plain;

the Memsahib never wanted a child;

Mary was lonely, sad, and cross,

not to mention wild.

She was very quite contrary

though her class was elite;

went through her life

with a heart so cold;

in spite of India's heat.

But Dickon Sowerby

lived a good life;

he was a friend

to the animals;

had a smile, oh, a smile

so bright.

His family was poor

and lived on the moor;

they were unspoiled and loved;

the Sowerbys were warm and caring;

they never neglected or snubbed.

Colin Craven was a sickly boy

 who felt no happiness or joy.

He thought that living didn't matter;

he'd cry as if his heart would shatter.

They said he was spoiled

'till salt wouldn't save him;

that's what this morbid life had made him.

He just lay on his back

in the huge, old house;

when he thought horrid things

he began to rouse.

And all the time he'd sulk in his room--

in fact, he'd never leave it;

it might sound crazy, but it's the truth,

so you'd better believe it.

He was wretched, he was sick;

thought that nothing could be fixed;

he believed that he would die,

so he'd cry and cry and cry.

Servants tended to him,

trying to soothe him,

but little they knew

that their whispers abused him.

They talked about Colin

when they thought he couldn't hear them;

he was contrary as that,

no one wanted to be near him.

With temper and hysteria

he screamed and he ailed;

no one could hear

beyond his wails.

Colin's father

couldn't see his son

when Colin was awake,

for just the sight

of those agate-grey eyes

made his heart just ache.

Both had lived a miserable life

since the death of Lord Craven's wife,

for she was like no other;

she was Colin's mother.

When she died, the key was buried;

thus, the garden was hidden;

for ten empty, lonely, wasted years

Colin was sad and bedridden.

He was found one night

in his bed a-crying

because he was cross

and thought he was dying.

The lad knew nothing of sunshine

or flowers in the spring;

he didn't know the wonders

that a new day could bring...

In the garden.

In the garden.

"In the garden! In the garden!" the spirit cried out;

'twas keen and true and without a doubt...

 In the garden.

In the garden.

Mary Lennox opened the door

and helped the garden grow;

she changed people's lives and so much more;

more than she'd ever know...

In the garden.

In the garden.

With the help of a little lass

and a boy from the moor,

three children found magic

behind a hidden door...

In the garden.

In the garden.

Oh, wherever you are,

wherever you go,

remember the place

where the roses grow...

In the garden.

In the garden.

Where flowers bloom

and robins sing

because a child took a garden

under her wing.

Oh, a child can nurture a garden

and a garden can nurture a child;

new doors forever will open;

hearts loving all the while.

In the garden.

In the garden!

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