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