The Gardener Lyrics - Punch Brothers

There're all kinds of roses 

But none are as handsome as the ones 

That you own hands have grown 

They bring as much hope 

Leave as much satisfaction 

As anything I've ever known 

But it ain't in their petals 

That I'm seeking the fortune 

It's in the weeds and the hedges and lawns 

Of the fortunate people 

Who can't stand in the garden 

And feel only time marching on 

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With the world on a string 

To remind them of where they can go 

And what they ought to be 

Without a whole lot to say 

To the fella they pay 

To cut the grass growing underneath their feet 

A rose can't see its own beauty 

Or feel what it's meant to symbolize 

Doesn't stop and smell anything on its journey 

From the soil to the light 

Just wants the best for itself and its family 

And God help me so do I 

And so does everybody 

So I head out each morning 

With a smile and a wave 

For the man who looks up from their work 

'Cause who knows in a while 

It could be my own child 

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With the world on a string 

To remind her of where they can go 

And what she ought to be 

Without a whole lot to say 

To the fella she pays 

To cut the grass growing underneath her feet 

May green grow the grass underneath our children's feet