Well, I’m still building the garden wall, but I did take a break to write this song about it. I consider it folk rock I suppose. I will find the time to catch up on the songs in BTR one day soon, but any feedback welcome in the meantime!
Garden Wall by Steve Bancroft
We’re building a garden wall
About two foot tall
Six inches wide
Filled with dirt
We’re going to grow veggies
And spices and flowers
Exciting to watch them
From little seedlings spurt
A garden wall
We won’t have to bend down
Hides the ugly septic pipe
That gave us a frown
Now the view from our front door
By our garden wall is graced
And of the way it used to be
There seriously is no trace
Sometimes it’s a little thing
That was all that held you back
Sometimes you stumble
Sometimes you fall
Sometimes you look
And you know that you’re off track
But other times you see
Funny how a garden wall can make that be
So we’re building a garden wall
About two foot tall
Six inches wide
Filled with dirt
We’re going to grow veggies
And spices and flowers
Exciting to watch them
From little seedlings spurt
A garden wall
We won’t have to bend down
Hides the ugly septic pipe
That gave us a frown
Now the view from our front door
By our garden wall is graced
And of the way it used to be
There seriously is no trace
Sometimes it’s a little thing
That was all that held you back
Sometimes you stumble
Sometimes you fall
Sometimes you look
And you know that you’re off track
But other times you see
Funny how a garden wall can make that be
Ooooh
We’re building a garden wall
About two foot tall
Six inches wide
Filled with dirt
We’re going to grow veggies
And spices and flowers
Exciting to watch them
From little seedlings spurt
A garden wall, a garden wall, ooooh, a garden wall