Outside my house there is a pretty little garden
It's where my problems all find a place to park in
So I don't take them far or near with me.
People wonder why it is I'm always smilin'
Maybe it's because I'm always pilin'
My problems in a bush that keeps them for free.
Every now and then I think there is a problem too big
Still my little garden keeps them all well hid
My little garden welcomes all my problems in.
My little garden might not be a bunch of flowers
It's God's gift to me for fifteen billion hours
With a smile I can face life alive again.
But how long can I run away?
And how much more can my favorite little garden take?
I walk out my door,
And make way to the garden
I reach inside and all I find
All that I left in there is there no more!
Outside my house there is a pretty little garden
It's where my problems all find a place to park in
So I don't take them far or near with me.