Verse 1

My love, the garden keeps your place,

One chair turned toward the morning sun.

The roses lean across the gate

As if they know what we have done.

Pre-Chorus

I fold the letter that you left,

Then smooth its creases with my hand.

The words are small; the years are wide.

I read them where I used to stand.

Chorus

Life was beautiful with you, my love,

A room made kind by what we knew.

Now every road bends out of sight;

I keep the tender part of you.

Though our two paths have come apart,

You still have shelter in my heart.