Peter Muhitch - I'll Tend My Garden Lyrics

Home inside my head well I'll tend mine
And out of doors the garden grows in vines
The nettle stings, the spurge it brings
A burning sap that burns our things
I'll plant my seeds and hopefully
The honeybees will see

Well inside my four walls are light and clean
But my old hose and my old shed it leaks
The thunder sings, the clouds they bring
A cooling rain that wets our things
Hopefully it will reach my seeds
And fruit will grow on the trees

I alone, I am a king
But my trees are crowned with Bittersweet
And out of doors I am so poor
But I'll try again next spring

I'll plant the seeds to bring the bees
And one day they'll be fruit on trees
Through summer glow and winter's snow
My old garden will grow