Little garden off the way,
you are a piece of love
a part of the earth that\'s been
selected to be sweetly dug;
Isn\'t it a strange thought, how we
care for these choice lots?
And not the world surrounding them,
only these spaces that\'re to be hemmed-
I see them by churches and houses, but never nowhere
because they are always somewhere, to someone
A garden\'s heart is a person\'s hands
and the flowers that grow there, the evidence
and sweet comeuppance
deserving of a lover to a land loveless.