Lyrics
The Garden Song
By Douglas W Jessop
He plants tiny seeds - in a row
Covers gently - so they grow
Lettuce and peas - beans on strings
He doesn’t even - eat these things
He floods the furrows
Watches where the water goes
He’s in his garden
Where the sun warms the earth
Where he fights the weeds and dirt
For all he’s worth
It could be worse
Gave her thirty years - tortured soul
Tried to heal her - love didn’t know
Seeds on desert - never take
Only the hopeless - hope and wait
He thinks he’s a good man
Wants to make it best he can
He’s in his garden
Where the sun warms the earth
Where he fights the weeds and dirt
For all he’s worth
It could be worse
Gave up one summer - garden died
He left them both - said he tried
Found the ocean where the sun cuts like a knife
Sought forgiveness at the end of life
She brought his ashes home
Scattered them all alone
He’s in his garden
Where the sun warms the earth
Where he fights the weeds and dirt
For all he’s worth
It could be worse
It could be worse
It could be worse
It could be worse