In my garden, blossoms tumble

Fleeting glimpses, fading fragrance

What you do not know

Turning beauty into ashes

Stealing moments, holding blossoms

What you cannot know

Waiting, hour upon hour upon hour

Stealing essence and substance

Marking the distance

But sweet turns sour

In your garden, blossoms flourish

Fading, yes, but fast renewing

Like I've never known

Waiting, hour upon hour upon hour

Waiting to see whatever you'd show me

But sweet turns sour

Sweet turns sour

In my garden, I would know you

Fleeting glimpses, safely hidden

What you'll never know

Never know

The following shows the song in the context of the show.

    BEAUTY
Please, Beast. Let's not talk of it. The
flowers are exceptional. Is it hard keeping
a garden like this?

    BEAST
This garden is... I regret that its beauty
is a deception. Each rose dies, and another
must take its place. But if you don't look
closely, you miss the death, and the garden
appears as one perfect, continuously
blossoming flower.

    BEAST
    (sings)
IN MY GARDEN
BLOSSOMS TUMBLE
FLEETING GLIMPSES
FADING FRAGRANCE
WHAT YOU DO NOT KNOW

TURNING BEAUTY
INTO ASHES
STEALING MOMENTS
HOLDING BLOSSOMS
WHAT YOU CANNOT KNOW

WAITING
HOUR UPON HOUR UPON HOUR
STEALING
ESSENCE AND SUBSTANCE
MARKING THE DISTANCE
BUT SWEET TURNS SOUR

(She takes his hand and they dance.)

    BEAUTY
    (sings)
IN YOUR GARDEN
BLOSSOMS FLOURISH
FADING, YES
BUT FAST RENEWING
LIKE I'VE NEVER KNOWN

WAITING
HOUR UPON HOUR UPON HOUR
WAITING TO SEE WHAT-
EVER YOU'D SHOW ME
BUT SWEET TURNS SOUR

(She breaks away from him gently.)

    BEAST
SWEET TURNS SOUR

IN MY GARDEN
I WOULD KNOW YOU
FLEETING GLIMPSES
SAFELY HIDDEN
WHAT YOU'LL NEVER KNOW
NEVER KNOW

(He gazes at her sadly, interrupted by the
appearance of a small animal.)