The Family Gardener

The family garden is a special place
In sun and shade there I was raised
But voices fade away and rooms are rearranged
Now I'm the family gardener

You need a stethoscope and a good good rake
some beer for sanils and a rope for snakes
a flowerber to fall in as the moonlight breaks
when you're the family gardener

As I Look down with my two eyes and my two green thumbs
I despise all the people who walk on the green green grass
I grew with my watered love

Now some other son sleeps in the southern wing
and someone else's mother sits to paint the pastoral scene
My father always said that I would never amount to anything
But I'm the family gardener
I'm the family gardener