| In the time of the harvest, the leaves fallin' down |
| I held with my true love, could reap from the ground |
| But the bounty of a garden can all right away |
| With our love and protection and a hard wheel to stay |
| I’ll never have a garden again |
| Where I fall to my knees and work with a lamp |
| Now I’m just prayin' with two dirty hands |
| I’ll never, no, never have a garden again |
| For the land, it can dry up and seasons will change |
| A weak love of falter and hearts rearranged |
| Gardens need sunshine and gardens need rain |
| And my tears are too salty to water the garden |
| But I’m dreamin' of a garden again |
| Where I fall to my knees and work with a lamp |
| 'Til then, I’ll be prayin' with two dirty hands |
| I’m dreamin', yes, dreamin' of a garden again |
| Now, me and my new love, the seeds for the sown |
| Are tendin' the soil and plantin' a rose |
| For after the winter comes springtime again |
| And the garden can grow like a heart that can mend |
| I’m livin' in the garden again |
| Where I fall to my knees and work with a lamp |
| And I keep on prayin' with two dirty hands |
| I’m livin', yes, livin' in the garden again |
| I’m livin', yes, livin' in the garden again |