Weary shoulders and a pair of shaky knees
But the earth has never known a firmer hand
Alice has a way with flowers
Alice has a way with us
Alice has a way of calling colors from the land
There's a garden behind her mobile home
The colors there would make a rainbow blush
Hollyhock and yellow yarrow
Bright galliardia, tulips too
Roses red and white and yellow
Called forth by her magic touch and
Oh the lilies, oh the lillies
What I wouldn't give to be a flower in her hand
Oh the lilies, oh, the lilies
But it' the rose in her heart
That's the fairest flower in the land
Eight-five seasons of cultivating life
Now cats and birds and blossoms fill her day
Stooping to select the choicest
Not a stem is cast away
Every flower seeks its goal
To end its life in her bouquet
Weeds are welcomed in amongst the blooms
No thought of fences or of walls
Every green thing has its function
Rose and thistle side by side
In her hand the humblest weed
Though homely once, is glorified
In her garden you are closer to the earth
Where the truth is sometimes difficult to bear
Mother of the herb and flower
Seek her wisdom if you dare
Whether you're a rose or thistle
You will flourish with her care