I planted a garden of roses,
  In the days of long ago,
Red roses as deep as the sunset,
  White roses as pure as the snow;
Of that beautiful world, belovèd,
  You gave but to me the key,
And that garden of roses the fairest,
  Was growing for none but me.

I planted a garden of roses,
  But its ways they are wintry bare,
I have [given]1 back the key you [gave],
  Grows the rue where the roses were,
And the flower of my life I gave you,
  Is a rose that has fallen apart,
For my love was the roses I planted,
  That garden it was your heart.