I sit and wait
Made of concrete, out beside the gate
And do they know
When the wind doth blow
It makes me grey and old.
'Cos I've been told
There's a fishpond, and a wall of stone.
I don't like lying in the shed
Much prefer the flower bed
Or down where the birds are fed
You're loving Gnomies instead

And through it all, I just want some protection
From sun and precipitation
In summer and in the fall.
If you're big or small
Be careful where you take me
Don't drop me or you'll break me
unless grass breaks my fall
Skilled craftsmen made me
You're loving Gnomies instead.

When I'm feeling heat
And the paint peels off, my booted feet.
You take a brush
and you know I'll always look good in gloss.
And as the fishes grow
You'll look out the window
I'd believe you said
"I'm loving Gnomies instead!"

And through it all, I just want some protection
From sun and precipitation
In summer and in the fall.
If you're big or small
Be careful where you take me
Don't drop me or you'll break me
unless grass breaks my fall
Skilled craftsmen made me
You're loving Gnomies instead.