The Garden Centre Café

Morning sunshine… Through the glass… Watching happy people… As they pass… Roses blooming… Bright and fair… There’s something special… In the air… Freshly brewed tea… Smiles so bright… Everything somehow… Feels alright… Past the ferns… And hanging flowers… You can lose… A couple of hours… No rush… No race… Just friendly faces… And peaceful places… Meet me… At the Garden Centre Café… Where every cup of tea… Can chase the clouds away… Victoria sponge… And laughter too… There’s always… Room for two… Oh the Garden Centre Café… Makes every ordinary day… Feel brand new… A jacket potato… Beans just right… A little salad… Pure delight… I bought some compost… Flower seed… A tiny gnome… I didn’t need… The robin perched… Upon a chair… As if he’d booked… His table there… Bridge We’ll wander slowly… Hand in hand… Past every flower… Every stand… The orchids bloom… The hanging vines… The world slows down… When your hand’s in mine… One more pot… Of Earl Grey tea… There’s nowhere else… I’d rather be… Meet me… At the Garden Centre Café… Where every smile… Can brighten up the day… We’ll share a laugh… Among the blooms… Forget… The world outside… The Garden Centre Café… A little piece… Of paradise… I’ll save… Your favourite seat… Meet me… Next Tuesday… By the roses… We’ll have tea… “Ooh… I might treat myself to another slice of Victoria sponge.”