Well winter's approaching
so I'll take the plow
Our love is a garden
it's growing year round
The sun on your face dear
the earth on your clothes
and all the birds singing
what nobody knows
This work's never ending
it's joy and it's pain
our mothers and fathers
would tell us the same
I'll turn the earth over
put my seeds in the ground
Our love is a garden
it's growing year round

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