In a world where time is fleeting, we believe that holidays should linger like the feel of summer's eve. Do we do our best to craft moments that will cast the tapestry of memories forever made to last. And you left time behind to find a place where clocks and men unwind Where flowers grow And dreamers tooThis little place for me to you, these moments past to some degree, new places, new faces, new sites to see a different way of being me. And when you look, you'll see once more, this world has much left to explore this hand, this space, the lands unknown, how time has passed, how we have grown. Someday the clocks will call again. To say this time is just pretend. By then you'll know from deep inside. An open heart will be your guide