Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Garden , by - Vic Chesnutt. Release date: 31.12.2004
Song language: English
The Garden |
| Pus on your finger, mud on your mind |
| The tiller is broken, your garden is crying |
| There’s been too much rain, tomatoes they split |
| Spring was a beauty but she turned into a beast |
| Your boy is rebellious, he refuses to work |
| Your daughter is a fine one but allergic to dirt |
| The Preacher came a’calling, he wants a fresh ham |
| Your wife she obliges, thaws the one you was saving |
| So you piddle in the garden, you pick at the ground |
| Your family is fighting, oh, but you don’t hear a sound |