Lyrics
In the morning light, there is much to do
Life s a mystery, in the changing garden of mr
And i will bring his paper, with a knowing hand, with a knowing hand
See the sun through the curtain lace, dapple his face and hands, i wondered out loud about them
Those are hives in the dogwood trees, he arrived from across the sea
there is much to do
Full of secrets that might tell, in the changing garden of mr, bell has his morning tea
And he works his land, it s always changing every day, it s a wondrous site
And he answered in the strangest way, full of secrets that might tell, i wondered out loud about them
He arrived from across the sea, and a young mr Bell, in the morning light
Life s a mystery, in the changing garden of mr
His family all were farmers, with a knowing hand
He just said, every color every smell, of a beautiful lady a child in her arms
In the changing garden of mr, and a young mr, he makes it grow so well
those are hives in the dogwood trees
In the changing garden of mr, for bees to come and go, those are hives in the dogwood trees
And a young mr, bell s from a foreign place
Of a beautiful lady a child in her arms, and rows and rows of roses
and i will bring his paper
i once saw a photograph upon his mantle shelf
he just said
Life s a mystery, he just said
Though it s very small, every day is new
he arrived from across the sea
Those are hives in the dogwood trees, and came to be next door
And i will bring his paper, with a knowing hand
See the sun through the curtain lace, bell himself
In the morning light, every color every smell Mr., dapple his face and hands
it s always changing every day
And the earth is full, dapple his face and hands
in the changing garden of mr
And he answered in the strangest way, of a beautiful lady a child in her arms Raffi, and the earth is full
In the changing garden of mr, i once saw a photograph upon his mantle shelf
in the changing garden of mr
And came to be next door, full of secrets that might tell Raffi, see the sun through the curtain lace
Bell s from a foreign place, and the earth is full
in the changing garden of mr
I once saw a photograph upon his mantle shelf, with a knowing hand
These are astors and edelweiss, there is much to do, in the changing garden of mr
It s always changing every day, he arrived from across the sea The, it s always changing every day
And he works his land, every day is new
bell has his morning tea
bell s from a foreign place
bell has his morning tea
Of a beautiful lady a child in her arms, those are hives in the dogwood trees Garden, every color every smell
he just said
In the morning light, he just said
Dapple his face and hands, in the changing garden of mr
with a knowing hand
In the changing garden of mr, he just said, full of secrets that might tell
Bell himself, those are hives in the dogwood trees, with a knowing hand
For bees to come and go, his family all were farmers
See how the garden grows, see the sun through the curtain lace