In the garden

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With such sweetness I recall
the days when I'd come home from school
and watch him working quietly in the garden
with callused hands that gently nursed
the flowers of the universe
he looked so happy working in the garden

a simple tune he whistled well
in chorus with the birds
he seem to hold them in a spell
that never needed words

it may seem to you his life was hard
a constant fight for bread and marge
but you never saw him working in the garden

though many years he's laid to rest
his memory still is clear
and when I see a flower I must confess
it seems that he his near

in summer and in winter still
he loved his land and work it till
all was well in his little garden

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Words & Music By Nemo James