My Grandmother's Old Fashioned Garden

My Great Grandma Russell died on March 23, 1964.  I don't really remember her very well, she was very old and we didn't visit her that often.  Mostly what I remember was that she had a pair of love birds in a big bird cage, and they fascinated me.

When Grandma passed away her children decided that all of the great-grandchildren should sing at her funeral.  There were a lot of us, but we all came to the church the day before and practiced, and then sang My Grandmother's Old Fashioned Garden for her funeral.  I loved that song, and although I have never sung it since, I still remember the words. 

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 apricotAnd 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.