Well her old spirit rose from the ground
And her songs hushed through the trees
Now this guitar embodies her sound
As her words have planted seeds
Well she sits with me when I dig deeper
She stands with me, in my dreams
My guardian, gardener and keeper
Thank you for watching over me
Well 11 children came to this world
Then her right hand man soon died
Well he left in a car one morning
Never to return from his ride
Well she sits with me when I dig deeper
She stands with me in my dreams
My guardian, gardener and keeper
Thank you for watching over me
Thank you for watching over me
Well her old spirit rose from the ground
And her songs hushed through the trees
Now this guitar embodies her sound
As her words have planted seeds
Well she sits with me as I dig deeper
She stands with me in my dreams
My guardian, my gardener
Thank you for watching over me
Well my guardian, my gardener
Thank you for watching over me
My guardian, my gardener
Thank you for watching over me
Well my guardian, my gardener, my keeper
Thank you for watching over me
Thank you for watching over me
Thank you for watching over me
Thank you for watching over me
Thank you for watching over me
Thank you for watching over me
Thank you for watching over me