Sweet William in the garden Sweet William in my heart Your gentle hand is shaking As our world is torn apart Like the seed you planted And tended 'til it yield We're waiting for the harvest And for you in Flora's field Sweet William in the garden Sweet William in our prayers Its winter here, its barren And its cold downstairs The land is gently sleeping It waits for you until Your name is whispered once again And you walk back up that hill Sweet William in the garden Sweet William in the ground Sweet William we remember Now peace you've found Someday they will find you You'll slide back into view One day soon the birds will fly And they'll sing their song for you