Flowers in the Garden

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Richard E Russell (Richard Russell Publishing/ASCAP) © All Rights Reserved

(3:26) Elfy Kornfeld, lead vocal and baritone ukulele; Rick Russell, guitar; Josh Sill, mandolin; Terrell Jones, bass and harmony vocal

The smell of cornbread a-bakin’ drifts through the air
My kettle’s boiling over but then what do I care
Another bottle of wine has disappeared
Thinking on the worst has brought just what I feared,
Thinking on the worst has brought just what I feared

The storm has passed on by but I feel forsaken
I’ll never rid my mind of what’s been taken
Dreams of a good life slipped through my fingertips
May the secret of this day never pass through these lips,
May the secret of this day never pass through these lips

Pushing a store bought mop across the kitchen floor
Two settings at the table, but that won’t be no more
There’s a flower bed out back where none used to be
I’ll be lonesome for sure but I guess I am free,
I’ll be lonesome for sure but I guess I am free

Now if I should survive into my later years
And if there comes a time when I shed no tears
The doves up in the trees will sing their sad refrain
And the flowers in the garden will remind me of my pain,
And the flowers in the garden will remind me of my pain                                           
And the flowers in the garden will remind me of my pain

Richard E Russell (Richard Russell Publishing/ASCAP) © All Rights Reserved

 

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