Song Description

About miracles and faith and these resulted in her husband coming home from war.

Lyrics

In the Garden - written by Thomas Michael Riley

Eighteen candles and a handful of dreams;
Screen door slams and the baby screams;
Barely seventeen when she first made love;
With that football player at the senior prom;

They got a two room house on the edge of town;
Hardwood floors but a little run down;
There's a rose garden where the weeds have grown;
Gonna take a lot of work; but it's a place of their own;

And there's a statue of Mary in the garden;
Holding out her hands as if to pray;
Watching through the screen door to the kitchen;
Where they bow their heads to pray;
And ask for one more miracle today;

Rise 'n shine at 5:00 each day;
She's waiting tables at the local cafAc;
He drives a paper-route in a broke down car;
Got their whole life savings in that cookie jar;

When Uncle Sam calls, he enlists;
Gonna make a better life for his wife 'n kid;
Six months later he's off to war;
She cries out, "Just let him come back, Lord;"

And there's a statue of Mary in the garden;
Holding out her hands as if to pray;
Watching through the screen door to the kitchen;
Where she bows her head to pray;
And asks for one more miracle today;

Cold winter nights melt into May;
They both write letters back and forth every day;
She talks about the baby and how he's grown;
He says he doesn't know when but he's gonna come home;

One hot summer night she was down on her knees;
Planting, and praying, and pulling up weeds;
June bugs danced and the crickets sang;
But the world went quiet when the telephone rang;

They say you never really know what you've got 'till it's gone;
Every day that passed their love grew stronger;
She listened for a voice on the telephone;
She heard, "Baby it's me and I'm coming home;"

She screamed, and cried, and gave thanks to the Lord;
Bounced with the baby 'cross the hardwood floor;
Danced outside in the garden that night;
Where a red rose bloomed under a starry sky;

And in the moon-light she saw Mary in the garden;
Holding out her hands as if to pray;
Watching through the screen door to the kitchen;
Where they'd bowed their heads to pray;
And asked for one more miracle today;
And asked for one more miracle today;