The Changing Garden of Mr. Bell - Raffi

Mr. Bell’s from a foreign place

His family all were farmers

He arrived from across the sea

And came to be next door

And he works his land

With a knowing hand

Though it’s very small

He makes it grow so well

In the changing garden of Mr. Bell

These are astors and edelweiss

And rows and rows of roses

Those are hives in the dogwood trees

For bees to come and go

It’s a wondrous site

In the morning light

And the earth is full

Every color every smell

In the changing garden of Mr. Bell

I once saw a photograph upon his mantle shelf

Of a beautiful lady a child in her arms

And a young Mr. Bell himself

I wondered out loud about them

And he answered in the strangest way

He just said, «Look, see how the garden grows

It’s always changing every day»

Mr. Bell has his morning tea

And I will bring his paper

See the sun through the curtain lace

Dapple his face and hands

Every day is new

There is much to do

Life’s a mystery

Full of secrets that might tell

In the changing garden of Mr. Bell

In the changing garden of Mr. Bell