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.