The Road That Jim Built (Bonus)

This is the road that Jim built
Quarter-mile long, to the cabin down the hill
He said ‘anything worth doing’s worth doing right’
Bent his back in the Colorado sun, 
Wore out his shovel and he put up a sign
The sign said “This is the road that Jim built”

This is the garden that Jim grew
Rows of corn taller than anyone I ever knew 
‘You can call me what you’d like, just don’t call me late for dinner’
Set my plate with sweet corn, fresh-churned butter and a home-grown tomato
From the garden that Jim grew

And I was his favorite
Out of a hundred
Kids and grandkids
And great grandkids
We all felt like his favorite
Out of a hundred
One hundred kids that Jim loved

This is the place where Jim prayed
A grotto in the mountain, that the rain nearly washed away
He rebuilt every step
Two hundred eight, counted two by two
Seemed like the proper thing to do
For the place where Jim prayed
Holy Mother in your mercy, would you keep my children safe?

I’m walking on the road that Jim built
It’s a mighty fine road, but there’s couple holes to fill
But there’s many to share the load
It’s been a year since he journeyed on but I know he’s with us still
I see him in the grotto where he prayed
the children that he loved, the garden that he grew
I see him on the road that Jim built
I’m walking on the road, I see him on the road
The road that Jim built