My grandmother dear
Has a garden,
Old fashioned and quaint

As can be
The flowers so rare,
That none can compare,

'Neath the plum and apricot
And cherry tree.
Would you like me to

Show you the garden?
Then follow me now
And we'll go

'Round the old grape-vine arbor,
Back of the walk,
Where the birds and the butterflies

And flowers grow.
The daisies and lilies
Are telling

Of grandmother's kind,
Tender care
Sweet william and peas,

Heliatrope and heartsease,
And violets, modest
'Tho fragrant and fair.

I still long for
My grandmother's garden;
With hollyhocks,

Stately and tall
And sometimes in my dreams
I see her, it seems,

My dear grandmother
Standing there close to the wall.
In my grandmother's

Old fashioned garden,
There are flow'rs
Of every hue

Daffodils, pansies,
And hyacynths
And old fashioned pinks

Are there too
I belong to
My grandmother's garden,

I was picked
From the family tree;
So out in my grandmother's

Old fashioned garden,
If you come there
You will find me.