And they seem to know each other very well
They speak across the garden and not a soul could tell
They can read the summer sky and they can hear the back brook swell
And they seem to know each other very well
And they drive up north on sunday afternoons
And he buys her wooden windmills and whales and quarter moons
She feeds the birds all winter and she knows them by their tunes
And they drive up north on sunday afternoons
And all summer long, they make the garden grow
Keep the green so strong
Oh, wish them well, for standing on their own
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And they buried their old dog in their backyard
With a fence and plastic roses And St. Francis standing guard
She speaks of him quite often to this day she takes it hard
And they buried their old dog in their backyard
She brings me plants and flowers all the time
And we dig the holes together she has to help with mine
When she pats the soil around them oh my god, her eyes can shine
She brings me plants and flowers all the time
And all summer long, they make the garden grow
Keep the green so strong
Oh, wish them well, for standing on their own
Verse
And they speak about their lives as almost gone
Waiting for the sunset from an old and distant dawn
Selling off the land except the part they're living on
And they speak of their lives as almost gone
And they seem to know each other very well
They speak across the garden and not a soul could tell
They can read the summer sky and they can hear the back brook swell
And they seem to know each other very well