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