The Rich Man�s Garden
On the day when first I saw you, how my young heart filled with joy
You were picking sweet prim roses, as I chanced to pass you by
I felt some strange thing happen, and I felt something to change
Somehow I knew, because of you, I�d never be the same.
You lived in a rich man�s garden, fairest flower of all that grew
In a world I had no part of, where no harm could fall on you
And I never got to know you, for you never looked my way
So I left you in that garden, and I sadly walked away.
Now your father he had riches, with nothing left to crave
A lord of all the people, with a soul cold as a grave
And I knew he�d give no quarters, to one as poor as me
So I never crossed that garden, where I knew my heart to be.
You lived in a rich man�s garden, fairest flower of all that grew
In a world I had no part of, where no harm could fall on you
And I never got to know you, for you never looked my way
So I left you in that garden, and I sadly walked away.
Now the years have slipped behind me, and my hair has turned to grey
I still see you in that garden, on that far off summer day
You were six and I was seven, with not a jacket to my name
How I loved you in that garden, but you never spoke my name.
You lived in a rich man�s garden, fairest flower of all that grew
In a world I had no part of, where no harm could fall on you
And I never got to know you, for you never looked my way
So I left you in that garden, and I sadly walked away.