Whoever makes a garden 
Has never worked alone; 
the rain has always found it, 
The sun has always known; 
The wind has blown across it 
And helped to scatter seeds; 
Whoever makes a garden 
Has all the help he needs. 

Whoever makes a garden 
Should surely not complain, 
With someone like the sunshine 
And someone like the rain 
And someone like the breezes 
To aid him in his toil 
And someone like the Father 
Who gave the garden soil. 

Whoever makes a garden 
Has, oh, so many friends; 
The glory of the morning 
The dew when daylight ends. 
For rain and wind and sunshine 
And dew and fertile sod; 
And he who makes a garden 
Works hand and hand with God.