I died in my garden
Strawberry season, burgundy gloves
c back can only bend over
So many times before it's thrown out
Oh, brothers and sisters
I wish we'd been closer, I wish that we'd talked
Oh, nephews and nieces
But none of them knew me or sat on my couch

I was perfectly content with life alone
No one interrupting supper over the phone
Just a run-down, small town Minnesota man
I'd do it better if I could do it again

My chair's still there on it side when
Rubin arrives to see what I've left
Calls the family over
Take what you want, it's all up for grabs
Old gnome in the garden
My coin collection, my cuckoo clock
Cold as shopping for groceries
They fill up their cars and empty my house

Don't forget me when you go to check the time
For the bird that chirp the hour once were mine
Even though I am reduced to photographs
I am with you as those tick tock seconds pass