There's a little green plot where the apple-trees grow
Down at the end of the garden,
The daintiest place in the world I know
Down at the end of the garden.
There daffodils dance in the grass around
And the thrushes' song is the only sound,
I think it's a corner of fairy ground
Down at the end of the garden

There is someone I know will be waiting for me
Down at the end of the garden,
And there we will wander with none to see
Down at the end of the garden
Till the sunlight wanes and the stars are bright,
As they shine on our world of heart's delight
And love singing low in the hush of night
Down at the end of the garden.