I See Your Hand

Mama's in the garden with her sleeves rolled high Morning sun dancing in her eyes A little girl beside her with dirt on her shoes Learning life from the things that grew Shelling peas from a wicker bowl Listening to stories softly told Summer wind through the apple trees Honeybees drifting where they please I see your hand in every row In every little thing that grows In my mother's smile, my daughter's laugh In the garden paths we walk Though the seasons come and go Your gentle touch still seems to show In every seed and every flower that stands I see your hand Fresh strawberries and a little cream Simple things became a dream Mama laughed and Gramma knew Love grows best in the things we do No grand speeches, no fancy plans Just patient hearts and weathered hands Teaching us without a word Lessons deeper than we heard I see your hand in every row In every little thing that grows In my mother's smile, my daughter's laugh In the garden paths we walk Though the seasons come and go Your gentle touch still seems to show In every seed and every flower that stands I see your hand Now the little girl is grown today Showing her child the very same way Kneeling down where the roses climb Passing along a thread through time Mama smiles as she watches on Seeing how the years have gone Three generations in the sun Still tending what you've begun That old chair by the garden gate Has sat there empty now for years But every spring when the first buds bloom It feels like you're still here The peas still ripen on the vine The strawberries come right on time And every season brings again The traces of your hands I see your hand in every row In every little thing that grows In my mother's smile, my daughter's laugh In the garden paths we walk Though the seasons come and go Your gentle touch still seems to show In every seed and every flower that stands I see your hand In every seed and every flower that stands I see your hand I see your hand... I see your hand...