Over the Garden Wall

Wait, for the snow to fall Till the trees lay bare And those blue green eyes Can see the beauty, in it all When I was born, The sun it shone, from hill to hill. The fields were full of ripened crops Golden locks, where we would rest The seas were filled with tears of joy No sword in hand There was pain then But it was pure and innocent We reached up high to touch the sky Set our sights on more than life But we were wrong, and we lost it all We were wrong Wait, for the snow to fall Till the trees lay bare And those blue green eyes Can see the beauty, in it all