A pretty well made fish
Went masquerading as a vine
We shook our canisters ashore
And taught our children how to pray
So they know which is which
We live on rocks wrapped up in vine
We do not dive to see the floor
But hold our footsteps day to day
Or that roots us as we play
Oh, come needed a catfish
We dressed as a vine
We stand here fixed in time
Guarding our houses as they fall
And maybe eighty seven years
We spend unraveling the ball
Is it ghosts spinning widе
As it careens into the night
We take our tеmperature
Longing for first love and a fright
That we first felt at first sight
Oh, love may be in a garden
But you won’t find peace
Grandmother is a red bird
Grandmother is a red bird
Red birds trust the good word
Grandmother is a red bird
Grandmother is a red bird
Grandmother is a red bird
Red birds trust the good word
Grandmother is a red bird
Grandma sang for Jesus’ love
Grandma sang for Jesus’ love
Now she’s an alabaster dove
Grandma sang for Jesus’ love
And Granddaddy’s still in the car
Granddaddy’s still in the car
Don’t know what his intentions are
Granddaddy’s still in the car
And once I’ll be returned back to the soil
Once I’m cauterized by time and no longer boil
Once I throw my ghost into the ground
Will there still be songs for those who want me around?
Love is in the garden
Love is in the garden
Love is in the garden
So praise be the wrecking ball
Love is in the garden
Love is in the garden
Love is in the garden
So praise be the wrecking ball
Love is in the garden
(Love is in the garden)
Love is in the garden
(Love is in the garden)
Love is in the garden
(Love is in the garden)
So praise be the wrecking ball
Love is in the garden
(Love is in the garden)
Love is in the garden
(Love is in the garden)
Love is in the garden
(Love is in the garden)
So praise be the wrecking ball
Love is in the garden
(Love is in the garden)
Love is in the garden
(Love is in the garden)
Love is in the garden
(Love is in the garden)
So praise be the wrecking ball
Love is in the garden
(Love is in the garden)
Love is in the garden
(Love is in the garden)
Love is in the garden
(Love is in the garden)
So praise be the wrecking ball
Went masquerading as a vine
We shook our canisters ashore
And taught our children how to pray
So they know which is which
We live on rocks wrapped up in vine
We do not dive to see the floor
But hold our footsteps day to day
Or that roots us as we play
Oh, come needed a catfish
We dressed as a vine
We stand here fixed in time
Guarding our houses as they fall
And maybe eighty seven years
We spend unraveling the ball
Is it ghosts spinning widе
As it careens into the night
We take our tеmperature
Longing for first love and a fright
That we first felt at first sight
Oh, love may be in a garden
But you won’t find peace
Grandmother is a red bird
Grandmother is a red bird
Red birds trust the good word
Grandmother is a red bird
Grandmother is a red bird
Grandmother is a red bird
Red birds trust the good word
Grandmother is a red bird
Grandma sang for Jesus’ love
Grandma sang for Jesus’ love
Now she’s an alabaster dove
Grandma sang for Jesus’ love
And Granddaddy’s still in the car
Granddaddy’s still in the car
Don’t know what his intentions are
Granddaddy’s still in the car
And once I’ll be returned back to the soil
Once I’m cauterized by time and no longer boil
Once I throw my ghost into the ground
Will there still be songs for those who want me around?
Love is in the garden
Love is in the garden
Love is in the garden
So praise be the wrecking ball
Love is in the garden
Love is in the garden
Love is in the garden
So praise be the wrecking ball
Love is in the garden
(Love is in the garden)
Love is in the garden
(Love is in the garden)
Love is in the garden
(Love is in the garden)
So praise be the wrecking ball
Love is in the garden
(Love is in the garden)
Love is in the garden
(Love is in the garden)
Love is in the garden
(Love is in the garden)
So praise be the wrecking ball
Love is in the garden
(Love is in the garden)
Love is in the garden
(Love is in the garden)
Love is in the garden
(Love is in the garden)
So praise be the wrecking ball
Love is in the garden
(Love is in the garden)
Love is in the garden
(Love is in the garden)
Love is in the garden
(Love is in the garden)
So praise be the wrecking ball
( Heather Christian )
www.ChordsAZ.com