We've lain in a bed of roses Tangled up in garden hoses You came along to rescue me from the wildlife You inspire crop rotation And provide the irrigation To avert any desiccation by moonlight How does your garden grow Mine's fine thanks a lot we're into Indian Summer now We hatched the most beautiful plot And I'll keep on holding your hand with the plough In the merry month of maying With birds and squirrels playing We sowed so many seeds in the sunshine (So many seeds) September's golden hues Yield to winter's steely blues We'll preserve this harvest through til the springtime How does your garden grow Mine's fine thanks a lot we're into Indian Summer now We hatched the most beautiful plot And I'll keep on holding your hand with the plough