I walked out onto the garden
The garden in-made
I picked a rose that was waiting
And gave my heart away
For she was red, she was winsome
She was wine to my soul

All my life I've been wandering
No star air will show
I heard a voice calling sweetly
Come be my very own
She was raised in the Mountains
But the Valley was her home

She took my hands oh so gently
Far from this world of care
She showered me with kisses
The rainbow in her hair
For she was blue, she was golden
She was white to my soul

Walked with her through the meadows
And through the towns below
Stayed with her through the Winter
And never let her go
She was Love, she is Beauty
She is Christ on Fire

Come the day that we've parteened
I cried the whole night through
I wonder if the curls of Love will always be untrue
Then she rose from the ashes
Like the Sun in the night

Now we walk through the lames of time
And through the hearts of men
I lost her I've seen the devil's game
But I won't her let again
For she is Spring, she is Summer
She is wild to behold

Come in men to the garden
Where I have stood before
Catch the rose that is blowing
And love her ever more
For she is there, she is waiting
She's thy to behold
She's fair, she's winsome
She is the wine to your soul