Tend To My Flowers

A A G D A A E A A D South Haven Rest Home, in a room by the stairwell E D A A grey, wrinkled lady sat fading away A D The age of her mind left her trapped in her silence E D A Every once in a while she would look up and say: A G D I just want to go home and tend to my flowers A E The ones my dear Henry had planted for me A G D If you take me there then I'll know he'll be waiting A E A By the side of the old house by the big maple tree A A G D A A E A A D No one could recall if she had friends or family- E D A Just one sad reflection of how life can be A D No plans for tomorrow and no plans to speak of E D A Except for these words I heard were her gentle plea: A G D I just want to go home and tend to my flowers A E The ones my dear Henry had planted for me A G D If you take me there then I'll know he'll be waiting A E A By the side of the old house by the big maple tree A A G D A A E A A D Early last Sunday just as dawn was breaking E D A The lady was found on the floor by her bed A D Beside her still body was a torn piece of paper E D A And written in pencil just a few lines were read A G D I'm going home now, Lord, to tend to my flowers A E The angel said Henry was waiting for me A G D She told me to sleep and I'd wake up in heaven A E A And we'd be together for eternity A E D A Yes me and my Henry for eternity