Deep inside these old dusty walls
there's a sacred heart, i'd know this garden anywhere
she was warm, she was deep summertime
she was love itself and she was standing there
standing close, so close to me
i closed my eyes and i could see
giverny
And in this strange and holy place
i looked for love and found it everywhere
it was what you saw she came to see
because of you she was standing there
giverny
Books may burn and rain may fall
but what is here i know will last forever more
colours change, there are no defines
she was love itself and i thank you for giving me
giverny