Pruning shears in her lovely hands

Gloves she got for Christmas

Time demands

Time for trimming, cutting back

Keeping a tight rein

On the domesticated shrubbery



CHORUS

Woman in the garden

She's always been the lovely

Lady next door

Sweets for the children

Alms for the poor

Woman in the garden

She's always been the lovely

Lady next door

Sweets for the children

Alms for the poor



Sweets for the children

Alms for the poor

Mace for the rapers

Wave for the neighbors

She sure paints a pretty picture

For everyone

ANd everyone's concern



CHORUS



Woman in the garden

She's always been the lovely

Lady next door

Married to the wrong man

"Really," my sister says, " a total

Drunken boor."

Bruise on her face sometimes

Or a hitch in her stride

Sees me in the window now

And smiles

Gentle ticking in her face

Dusting the rocks

Yellow dress



CHORUS



Who's to blame for

Mistaken attentions and

Good intent

And time better spent?



Anyone's guess

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