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