Bindweed like white Morning Glory
I was too vain, second-guessing the rain
She never did call, never did fall for me
To become a gardener two springs ago
On some land I just bought
I never thought she'd cultivate and teach
With the roots and the shoots and the leaves
Love is simple horticulture
Love is simple horticulture
Give a whistle
Hold the thistles with care
True, I worry more in December for sure
Deciduous love
Place my sheets o'er her bud
Fearing winter's loss
For that old wry Jack Frost
Cold as ice
When darkness is late in descending, I'll wait
In backyard July soil cloaked I will lie
Out like a wren
In her bed
In her hymn
Love is simple horticulture
Love is simple horticulture
Give a whistle
Hold the thistles with care
Hold the thistles with care
I will wear and I'll tear
When the harvest is spare
For the drought, I'll prepare
In our pay sanctuary
In spring I'll behold
My garden, she grows
Untold marigolds
Worthy of fables
My garden she knows
Love is simple horticulture
Love is simple horticulture
Give a whistle
Hold the thistles with care
