The Changing Garden of Mr. Bell Raffi

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"