Lyrics

[Verse 1]
There’s a world beneath the roses,
Where the sunlight barely falls,
And the earth smells rich like stories
Told in whispers through the walls.

I crouch low, my fingers trembling,
Brush the leaves with quiet care.
There’s a beetle, shiny armour,
And I’m the first to see it there.

[Chorus]
Oh, the garden keeps its secrets,
Tiny kingdoms, hidden things.
Every bug’s a little wonder,
Every shell holds tiny wings.
In the soil, there’s magic waiting,
In the cracks, the stories grow.
Oh, the garden tells its secrets,
And only children ever know.

[Verse 2]
A caterpillar, soft and curling,
Wriggles slowly on my hand.
I wonder if it dreams of flying,
If it knows where wings will land.

And the ants are always working,
Tiny armies on parade.
They don’t see me, they don’t need me,
But I love the paths they’ve made.

[Chorus]
Oh, the garden keeps its secrets,
Tiny kingdoms, hidden things.
Every bug’s a little wonder,
Every shell holds tiny wings.
In the soil, there’s magic waiting,
In the cracks, the stories grow.
Oh, the garden tells its secrets,
And only children ever know.

[Bridge] (Soft and reflective)
I don’t think the grown-ups see them,
Or remember how to look.
The spiders weave their silver letters,
Like the pages of a book.
But their words are never written
For the ones who’ve learned to rush.
They’re for hands that pause in wonder,
For the ones who dare to hush.

[Verse 3] (Build intensity, a sense of discovery)
There’s a cricket deep in hiding,
Singing songs I’ll never learn.
And a snail, its shell a spiral,
Holds a galaxy that turns.

I see creatures I can’t name yet,
Some too fast for me to trace.
But they live here in the shadows,
And I’m part of this small place.

[Chorus] (Final, layered vocals or harmonies)
Oh, the garden keeps its secrets,
Tiny kingdoms, hidden things.
Every bug’s a little wonder,
Every shell holds tiny wings.
In the soil, there’s magic waiting,
In the cracks, the stories grow.
Oh, the garden tells its secrets,
And only children ever know.

[Outro] (Soft, fading)
And when I’m grown, I’ll still remember,
How the earth felt cool and bare.
How the garden whispered stories,
And I was lucky to be there.