
Way, way out in the garden,
way out to the edge of the field.
Nature has worked her magic
on a little brown seed she's unsealed.
Way, way out in the garden,
in a place where nobody goes
with the help of old mother nature
a tiny blue flower grows.
A delicate, lacy blossom,
fruit of a tiny brown seed
'tis a wonderous event of creation,
a truly magnificent deed.
Way, way out in the garden
in this spot quite hidden away.
A beautiful reflection of heaven
sways with the breeze of the day.
Way, way out in the garden
far from the prying eye.
She'll show-off all her beauty
to the sun and the clouds and the sky.
Absorbed in her wind blown dance
only nature's voice she'll heed.
And she'll live her live in fullness
without knowing she's only a weed.