Sweet William in the garden
Sweet William in my heart
Your gentle hand is shaking
As our world is torn apart
Like the seed you planted
And tended 'til it yield
We're waiting for the harvest
And for you in Flora's field
Sweet William in the garden
Sweet William in our prayers
Its winter here, its barren
And its cold downstairs
The land is gently sleeping
It waits for you until
Your name is whispered once again
And you walk back up that hill
Sweet William in the garden
Sweet William in the ground
Sweet William we remember
Now peace you've found
Someday they will find you
You'll slide back into view
One day soon the birds will fly
And they'll sing their song for you
