And they seem to know each other very well   They speak across the garden   But not a soul could tell   They can read the summer sky   And they can hear the back brook swell   And they seem to know each other very well.      And they drive up north on Sunday afternoons   And he buys her wooden windmills   And whales and quarter moons   She feeds the birds all winter   And she knows them by their tunes   And they drive up north on Sunday afternoons.      And all summer long   They make the garden grow   Keep the green so strong   Oh, wish them well   For standing on their own.      And they buried their old dog in their backyard   With a fence and plastic roses   And St. Francis standing guard   She speaks of him quite often   To this day she takes it hard   And they buried their old dog in their backyard.      She brings me plants and flowers all the time   And we dig the holes together   She has to help with mine   When she pats the soil around them   Oh, my God, her eyes can shine   She brings me plants and flowers all thetime.      And all summer long   They make the garden grow   Keep the green so strong   Oh, wish them well   For standing on their own.      And they speak about their lives as almost gone   Waiting for the sunset   From an old and distant dawn   Selling off the land except the part they're living on   And they speak about their lives as almost gone.      And they seem to know each other very well   They speak across the garden   But not a soul could tell   They can read the summer sky   And they can hear the back brook swell   And they seem to know each other very well...