Gardenman - January 20th, 1995 - by MrM

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There was a man in the garden
almost every single day.
He was out in his garden
whenever I'd go out to play.
He Never said a whole lot
but he had alot of good things to say.
He could make things grow
and he could make things go his way
In his garden.

He'd be out in his garden
whenever I'd come home from school.
He talked to me about the Master
and he taught about me the golden rule.
My friends all said, " He's just an old man,
You should not waste your time listening to fools!"
But he was the only one that I saw smiling.
Now who's the fool ?

I was about nine, and he was about 65.
He thanked the Lord daily that he was still alive;
he lived a full life until he died.
I never knew his name.
I never once heard him complaining.
I can still remember him saying
"Son, we'll be friends 'til the end."

The man in the garden with his trowel,
He taught me the secrets of life somehow.
I wish that he could see me now.
I'd like to walk up to him and just say "Hi."

He'd surely have something to say to me
about all the neat things that he has seen.
And then he'd tell me "Don't you be mean, son,
because Heaven is waiting!"
He'd tell me all about the bright lights,
and what it's like to sing with angels on sweet summer nights;
He'd say things sure grow without a fight,
in the garden he's tending now.

The man in the garden met his end.
As I was growing up.
I'm not sure just quite when.
But he makes such a good imaginary friend.
And It would be so nice if I could
make him reappear again
in the garden.

"I walk through the garden alone-
while the dew is still on the roses.
And the joy we share as we tarry there,
none other will ever know."
I can still hear him singing it loud,
as he walked through the garden, alone and proud.
Teaching me all about why I'd never be alone...

Now I'm on my own,
There ain't no telling where I'm going.
Still something tells me that I should know,
and I should follow:
The man in the garden who cared for every seed.
Who taught me to forgive,
and to give to those in need.
Just lots of little things
that were small parts of his creed.
In his garden.

The man in the garden
how I wish I could see him now.
I never really knew him
still he's a part of me somehow.
He taught me more things, with his silence,
and his trowel
In his garden.

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