Horticulture

Bindweed like white morning glory
I was too vain, second guessing the rain
She never did call, never did fall for me

To become a gardener two springs ago
On some land I just bought
I never thought she would cultivate and teach
With the roots and the shoots and the leaves

Love is simple horticulture
Love is simple horticulture

Give a whistle

Hold the thistles with care

True, I worry more in December for sure
Deciduous love, rest my sheets o'er her buds
Fearing winter's loss, for that old wry Jack Frost's cold as ice

When darkness is late in descending, I'll wait
In backyard July soil cloaked I will lie out like a wren in her bed, in her hymn

Love is simple horticulture

Love is simple horticulture

Give a whistle.

Hold the thistles with care
Hold the thistles with care

I will wear and I'll tear when the harvest is spare
For the drought, I'll prepare an arbored sanctuary

In spring I'll behold, my garden, she grows
Untold marigolds, worthy of fables
My garden, she knows

Love is simple horticulture

Love is simple horticulture
Give a whistle

Hold the thistles with care



Credits
Writer(s): Seth Olinsky, Maxx Marshall, Dana Janseen, Ryan Vanderhoof, Miles Seaton
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