How many kinds of sweet flowers grow - in an English Country Garden? I'll tell you now of some that I know. Come my love - we will dance across the floor - Showing off the new faces that we wore. CHORUS: We are dancing a pretty minuet while the music-box plays a waltz. One - two - three. One - two - three. Crossword people - who look away from you - Verbal junkyards that clutter up my view. CHO. Pasteboard postmen who hand above the street. Funeral riders - who offer me their seat. CHO. Antique babies - who never learned to die. Ice cream faces that melt beneath a sigh. CHO. Handcuff handshake you give me every spring. Do you think I would try to steal your ring? CHO. Starched white apron you tie around your heart. Neon streetsigns that show me where to start. CHO. In an English Country Garden.