Testo Mother's Garden

She always was so good to me, I could not complain.I see her now in front of me, as I can feel the rain.Her words so clear as I sit here and feel the pain.She tought me right, I did her wrong now she says no more(no more words).It has now been a full fifteen years, since I closed the door.I?m not the same pure boy, I was before.I paint a picture on a stone in mothers garden.I can see her in my dream of yesterday.I paint a picture on a stone in mothers garden,and think of all the words to say.I held a stone inside my hand and it feels so warm.My memories play tricks on me, as I can see her standing here.Oh how I wish that time stood still for me.I paint a picture on a stone in mothers garden.I can see her in my dream of yesterday.I paint a picture on a stone in mothers garden,and think of all the words to say.For me to see her face, and get some reaction,am I on the right trail and would she agree?Oh how I long for her, her eyes so understanding.I have to go my own way all around, all around...I paint a picture on a stone in mothers garden.I can see her in my dream of yesterday.I paint a picture on a stone in mothers garden,and think of all the words to say.