Robert Louis Stevenson - The Gardener

Robert Louis Stevenson - The Gardener

The gardener does not love to talk, br He makes me keep the gravel walk; br And when he puts his tools away, br He locks the door and takes the key. br br Away behind the currant row br Where no one else but cook may go, br Far in the plots, I see him dig br Old and serious, brown and big. br br He digs the flowers, green, red and blue, br Nor wishes to be spoken to. br He digs the flowers and cuts the hay, br And never seems to want to play. br br Silly gardener! summer goes, br And winter comes with pinching toes, br When in the garden bare and brown br You must lay your barrow down.


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Uploaded: 2014-11-07

Duration: 01:06

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