My grandpa has a garden
filled with flowers oh so sweet!
He tends them with such loving care
and keeps them trimmed and neat.
His fence is lined with grape vines,
mint and parsley scent the trail.
He sends you home with vegetables
when er' you visit there.
Within this garden splendor just outside my grandpa's door,
Is a special wooden bird feeder we've all learned to adore.
He fills it with good cookin' scraps from pots and plates scraped clean,
And all the birds come flocking to this tender loving scene.
My grandpa plays harmonica. We love to hear him play.
He makes it come alive in a merry music way!
His tunes are songs of gladness and we often sing along.
You cannot visit grandpa's house without a smile on.
My grandpa has a garden filled with PEOPLE oh so sweet!
He tends them with such loving care. Grandpa is Our special treat!
But now, in heaven Grandpa's gone to live and all those folks above
Rejoiced with glee when grandpa came to feel again his love.
And oh the gardens he will grow and the music he will play
And people he will tend to in his very special way.
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