In My Grandmother's Garden at her home by the bay—
The morning sunshine promised an almost perfect day.
So many fragrant flowers with colors shining bright
All washed clean by the golden sheen of the San Francisco light...
In my grandmother's garden.
As an artist grandma told me he flowers taught her to see
So we picked bouquets of blossoms, observing carefully.
As daylight changed their colors, we played with colors too!
While grandpa sat painting me in my hat, we painted every hue...
In my grandmother's garden.
In My grandmother's garden we painted all afternoon.
Enchanted by flowery visions, our light began to fade too soon.
we brushed the last strokes carefully, and as the wet paint dried
I looked in awe at all she saw, with new eyes opened wide...
In my grandmother's garden.
As day turned to evening, just before the sun had set,
We showed grandpa our flowers, though the petals were still wet.
Grandpa smiled so tenderly, I climbed into his lap.
Now grandpa's gone, but I still dream on, in my memories of that nap...
In my grandmother's garden.
In my grandmother's garden shadows stole the light.
The evening sunlight faded, turning daylight into night.
My papa woke me saying "My love, it's time to go!"
That day is gone, but tomorrow the sun will shine again, I know...
And my heart still yearns for all I learned from her wise eyes long ago...
In my grandmother's garden.