In the summer he went
To his garden and spent
Many hours in gentle construction, back bent
With the nature he loved, fifty years to the day
Knowing love that is timeless and won't fade away
And into the dirt
If you watched you could see
Went a delicate touch
And a proficiency
Though he knew pretty soon
No more light they would find
A true beauty remained in the mind
Though the seasons may pass
And the years slip away
No these flowers won't wilt
No these flowers will stay
In neat rows they do sit
In their bed he does lay
And these flowers will not fade away
After years of neglect
I returned to the scene
Though my touch it was clumsy
My hands were too clean
And I know pretty soon many blooms here I'd find
If I just pull the weeds and I just take my time
Though the seasons may pass
And the years slip away
No these flowers won't wilt
No these flowers will stay
In his garden you feel
Like the old man's around
Sowing all of that love in the ground