The Ladies
IN those forbidden gardens that I pass,
With walls my eyes may never wander through,
There are paths I know like ribbons in the grass
Where the roses walk all summer two by two
As ladies do.
With walls my eyes may never wander through,
There are paths I know like ribbons in the grass
Where the roses walk all summer two by two
As ladies do.
Up and down the garden all the idle day
They trail their skirts, and in the evenings
I always listen, for I know the way
The white rose whispers and the red rose sings
Of fair far things.
They trail their skirts, and in the evenings
I always listen, for I know the way
The white rose whispers and the red rose sings
Of fair far things.