There are days I wake to peace I can't explain that comes and carries me   And the plans I made when I was young have only left me   Distracted from all the many things I'd never change   It's no use trying to rearrange what's come and gone      Go down to the garden and see the things we've planted   Up from all that's withered, though often took for granted,   Grows flowers we've not planted... reminding me      In a photograph, there's a quiet country house with windows facing west   And I'm standing with a girl that's come to walk beside me   And when the leaves fall gently down upon her golden hair   I'll take her to the alter stairs and say, "I'm yours"      Go down to the garden and see the things we've planted   Up from all that's withered, though often took for granted   Grows flowers we've not planted... reminding me      our love will grow   our love will grow