The Changing Garden Of Mr. Bell

Mr. Bell's from a foreign place, his family all were farmers
He arrived from across the sea, and came to be next door
And he works his land, with a knowing hand
Though it's very small, he makes it grow so well
In the changing garden of Mr. Bell

These are astors and edelweiss, and rows and rows of roses
Those are hives in the dogwood trees, for bees to come and go
It's a wondrous sight, in the morning light
And the earth is full, every colour, every smell
In the changing garden of Mr. Bell

I once saw a photograph, upon his mantle shelf
Of a beautiful lady, a child in her arms
And the young Mr. Bell himself
I wondered out loud about them
And he answered in the strangest way
He just said, "Look, see how the garden grows
It's always changing every day"

Mr. Bell has his morning tea, and I will bring his paper
See the sun through the curtain lace
Dapple his face and hands
Every day is new, there is much to do
Life's a mystery, full of secrets that might tell
In the changing garden of Mr. Bell
In the changing garden of Mr. Bell