I wish I had a song for Mom. Of joy and life and laughter Of how springtime follows winter Now and ever after.
My mom cared for my garden when she moved in with me I was glad to let her do it, I couldn't keep up with the weeds Sometimes, I would come home to find she'd been working in the flowers Weeding here, planting there for untold peaceful hours.
It was a good flower bed, and the sun it shone on all And people always noticed it when e'er they came to call Today I cleaned her garden, in quiet happy toil And sowed some seeds of her beloved wildflowers in the soil.
She'd dug up all the irises, one day when I came home I complained they were the one thing that could manage on their own She smiled and said that they'd come back, for Iris always do And I held my tongue, for mother always knew.
Last year there were no irises, and mother too had passed I thought she'd been wrong to believe the fragile flowers could last But this morning as I cleared debris from last year, past and gone I found them sprouting once again, tiny, sure and strong.
And she wanted only one thing the night before she died She wanted me to take her home, but this one thing was denied I regret I tried to hold her here, I wanted her to stay But she knew her time had come, only "goodbye" left to say.
But this morning in the garden, she told me she'd come home And she would always be with me, I'd never be alone In the garden, I will know she's there and everything's alright In the garden, I will feel her love as the flowers feel the light.
I wish I had a song for Mom Of joy and life and laughter Of how springtime follows winter Now and ever after.