Tiny Seed

(In memory of Marion Walmsley 1918 – 2011)

Memories buried deep return at unexpected times
It might be from the perfume of some violets growing wild
Then just like that I’m three years old, my mother’s little child
Listening to her sing this song with a warm, tender smile

If I should plant
A tiny seed of love
In the garden of your heart
Would it grow to be a great big love one day?
Or would it die and fade away?
Would you care for it and
Tend it every day
‘til the time that we must part?
If I should plant
A tiny seed of love
In the garden of your heart

She propped her eyes open to see me one last time
The humour of the situation showing in her smile
Instantly I was three years old, still my mother’s boy
Listening to her sing this song, a memory filled with joy

Chorus x 2