Marcia Miller-Twiford - The Garden lyrics

She sits in her garden of yesterday listening for the crunch of gravel beyond the bend in the road. A hat with ribbons fading shielding her face her hands resting in her lap and she waits and listens. The birds singing in the orchard go unheard. She hears only the swish of tires on the highway below the hill where she resides, in a fortress from the world. Each evening she prepares a dinner with care for two and eats alone reading his letters over and over the pages worn. When she's able to she sleeps her last thought of the day, her prayer, maybe tomorrow pa**ers by won't see her sitting in the garden