Tam, gdzie rosną piękne kwiaty

I visited the garden where the pretty flowers grow

Where the season’s always spring and the sun has always shone

Where Dandelions and Morning Glories dance in the daylight glow

And the weather’s always warm and nobody’s heard of snow

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I visited the garden where the pretty flowers grow

Where the bees will share their honey, where their stingers’ just for show

And the ladybugs will sing to you when you feel a little low

And their voices sound like angels and their songs will melt your soul

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I visited the garden where the pretty flowers grow

Where the meadows stretch forever and the creeks will always flow

Where you’ll never look above and see a sky without rainbows

And the fruit that hangs from every tree’s as ripe as time is old

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I visited the garden where the pretty flowers grow

But I only stayed a while ‘cause I had to get back home

And the days are darker over here; the nights are always cold

And the ladybugs don’t sing to you, and the sky’s as grey as stone

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I want to go back badly, but the route I do not know

And I fear if I set off for it then forever I will roam

So I sit and sulk and reminisce ’bout that time so long ago

When I visited the garden where the pretty flowers grow – Vincent V. Cava

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22 thoughts on “Tam, gdzie rosną piękne kwiaty

  1. Toż to prawdziwa królowa elfów 🙂 we własnej królewskiej osobie. Cudna jest i ten rudy włos na głowie……mmmmm piękna.

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