The marvelous gardens that you sowed
The bright and breezy aviaries
All there at Lyons Road
The Old Ute in the driveway
On the limestone pad you laid
Just beside the nectarine tree
Where I often played
And the garden rocks were special
I saw you toil so bloody hard
On a hot summers day
As you lugged them round’ the yard
The paling fence was exceptional
You worked five days til’ dark
And you cut every single paling
From off cuts made of bark
Old Joe you did me wonders
As you farmed that urban block
And I thank your memory one more time
For turning back the clock