My grandmother's house is still there   But it isn't the same   A plain wooden cottage   A patch of brown lawn   And a fence that hangs standing   And sighing in the Seattle rain      I drive by with strangers   And wish they could see what I see   A tangle of summer birds   Flying in sunlight   A forest of lillies   An orchard of apricot trees      Secret Gardens of the heart   Where the flowers bloom forever   I see you shining through the night   In the ice and snow of winter      Great grandfather's farm is still there   But it isn't the same   The barn is torn down   And the fences are gone   The Idaho wind blows   The topsoil away every Spring      I still see the ghosts   Of the people I knew long ago   Inside the old kitchen   They bend and sigh   My life passed them up   And the world passed them by      Secret Gardens of the heart   Where the old stay young forever   I see you shining through the night   In the ice and snow of winter      But most of all   It is me that has changed   And yet I'm still the same   That's me at the weddings   That's me at the graves   Dressed like the people   Who once looked so grown-up and brave      I look in the mirror   Throught the eyes of the child that was me   I see willows bending   The season is Spring   And the silver blue sailing birds   Fly with the sun on their wings      Secret Gardens of the heart   Where dreams live on forever   I see you shining through the night   In the ice and snow of winter