O my Garden, full of roses,
Red as passion and as sweet,
Failing not when summer closes,
Lasting on through snow and heat!

O my Garden full of lilies
White as peace and very tall,
In your midst my heart so still is,
I can hear the least leaf fall!

O my Garden full of singing,
From the birds that house therein,
Sweet songs down the sweet day ringing,
Till the nightingale begin!

O my Garden, where such shade is 
O my Garden bright with sun,
O my loveliest of Ladies,
Of all gardens sweetest one.