How could I know I would have to leave you?
How could I know I would hurt you so?
You were the one I was born to love
Oh, how could I ever know?
How could I ever know?
How can I say to go on without me?
How, when I know you still need me so?
How can I say not to dream about me?
How could I ever know?
How could I ever know?
Forgive me, can you forgive me?
And hold me in your heart
And find some new way to love me
Now that we're apart?
How could I know I would never hold you?
Never again in this world
But oh, sure as you breathe I am there inside you
How could I ever know?
How could I ever know?
How can I hope to go on without you?
How can I know where you'd have me go?
How can I bear not to dream about you?
Oh, how can I let you go?
How could I ever know?
All I need is there in the garden
All I would ask is care for the children of our love
Come, go with me, safe I will keep you
Where you would lead me, there I would
There I would, there we would, there we will go
Oh! How could I know?
Tell me how could I know?
Never to know you would ever leave me
How could we ever know?
How could we know?
How could I ever know?
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How Could I Ever Know lyrics © Concord Music Publishing LLC
How Could I Ever Know
Taken From The Broadway Musical :The Secret Garden
It hadn't been more than five days ago that my family celebrated my great-grandmother's 75th birthday on June 14, and everyone went out to Beltane Manor to celebrate the birthdays of my grand-uncle, Lord Anthony Christopher, Duke of Lancaster Territory, my grand-aunt, Lady Caroline Matilda Carey, her father, was not only my third cousin twice removed he was also my step-great-grandfather and my great-grandmother birthdays.
All of a sudden my family is plunged into grief as my grand uncle, Lord Anthony Christopher Howard found my great-grandmother had passed away in her garden at Beltane Manor.
My great-grandmother, Lady Karissa had told my great-uncle, Lord Anthony and Lord Richard William Carey, that she was going out into her garden and taking some fresh air.
My grand-uncle and step-great-grandfather thought of it, when my great-grandmother went out into her garden, but when she didn't return at noon time.
My granduncle, Lord Anthony Christopher, got worried about my great-grandmother and when he walked into her garden, he found that she had died out in her garden in favorite French Provincial Chair.
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