Long ago it was always true its so
There was always beautiful blooms
In vases upon the tables everywhere
Decorating all ones home and rooms
All picked from our very own garden
Fresh and fragrent were they all then
All different kinds to rest hearts and minds
As one went from room to room back then
I can still see and remember them
How beautiful and so precious were they
Always the loveliest flowers in a vase
In every room every day with such display
I wonder if souls like in days of old
Still pick garden flowers for their home
Today even I still love to see them there
They bring so much love and joy all on their own.