To lost and ancient gardens

My love is petals and dew
The erthe, the wilderness too
For a fonder man, there is none
Who admires her like the sun
Shining down so she may glow

But a maid stood alone
In the trees, overgrown
And she pondered the plight
Of the rose

She drank the dew from the rose
(I drank the dew of the rose)
I envy the one that she chose
(His stare and longing did grow)

Then she offered me a sip
But I dare not touch my lip
Where the serpent's tongue hath coiled

For a man she desires
And indeed one she would have
If I should but meet
Her gaze

A man like you I've never known
(Her words a womanly moan)
So lonely he must remain alone
(Her dress so perfectly sewn)

If you'd come away with me
(We shall never lonely be)

What a travesty it would be
(Have you never felt the touch)

If your eyes should fondly meet
(Of a maid politely struck
By a man so handsome as you?)
Oh, oh ,oh...

Come away, silly man
(No,no... This cannot be
She has led me through the trees)

'Tis a green and pleasant land
That awaits us through the trees

The erthe, she whimpers neath my feet
Her tears, they beg me not to leave
Although sadder tales have been told
None so truthful or so old
As the man
And his maid
Gladly joined