'Empty Garden' - Elton John

One of my most favorite music artists, growing up, was Elton John. That dude is one amazing guy! To think about how long his career spans...and the fact that he is still going strong - to date - is really mind-blowing to me! I hope you and I have a very long life, Elton, 'cuz life would never be the same without you still here...as you kind of state with your dedication of this song to John Lennon. And...funny enough, I never knew that this song was about John Lennon...until I found this YouTube of this beautiful song.

Funny enough, though, I often didn't think much about the lyrics, while I listened to these songs, growing up. They have come to mean a LOT more to me, now that I'm an adult. I will post them below the song, for you to sing along, if you like...or just to be able to think about what this song might mean to you. I would love if you cared to share that with us, as well, if you're OK with sharing that; what a gift that would be. :-)

Some days, songs just float their way into my mind and won't leave, so...here is where I want to "park" them and chronicle them, sharing them with you, dear visitors. I hope you enjoy.



Music by elton john
Lyrics by bernie taupin
Available on the album jump up

What happened here
As the new york sunset disappeared
I found an empty garden among the flagstones there
Who lived here
He must have been a gardener that cared a lot
Who weeded out the tears and grew a good crop
And now it all looks strange
It’s funny how one insect can damage so much grain

And what’s it for
This little empty garden by the brownstone door
And in the cracks along the sidewalk nothing grows no more
Who lived here
He must have been a gardener that cared a lot
Who weeded out the tears and grew a good crop
And we are so amazed we’re crippled and we’re dazed
A gardener like that one no one can replace

And I’ve been knocking but no one answers
And I’ve been knocking most all the day
Oh and I’ve been calling oh hey hey johnny
Can’t you come out to play

And through their tears
Some say he farmed his best in younger years
But he’d have said that roots grow stronger if only he could hear
Who lived there
He must have been a gardener that cared a lot
Who weeded out the tears and grew a good crop
Now we pray for rain, and with every drop that falls
We hear, we hear your name

Johnny can’t you come out to play in your empty garden