Horticulture 歌词

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