Hold my hand and let’s walk in the garden
Look around for the four-leafed clovers;
Walk around till we find the mystique
Of a clover much-searched for and found.
One leaf for faith, hope, love and good luck,
Good luck, the most needed of them all,
From morning till night, we could pluck
And learn from the leaves of a four-leaf,
When the magic of the purple riot falls off life,
In a sunless garden where the flowers are dead,
A four-leaf clover might bring in a warm smile
Memories of bright sunshine and summer rain;
An Eve in the Garden of Eden plucked a clover
To know if her Adam is her one true faithful lover.