Letra de Garden

Kids in the garden They're not my kids But I'm glad to see them Birds in the trees All God's creatures Running wild and free When we were kids make believe Chalk a rocket on the street And wear the arse out of our jeans Flying high, flying high A million miles above the street scene Back down the Earth when your ma called you in for your tea The grass is growing under your feet The grass is growing under your feet Sunday, Sunday garden song Yeah, I'm happy til' Monday comes along Sunday, Sunday garden sounds I'm not down, I'm happy as a clam