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In a garden of the southland |
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He found her wandering astray |
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She came to show him of her beauty |
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That many passersby don't see |
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Would you be taking in |
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Such frail-looking lady |
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The sadness of her lone display |
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Dressed in yellow fire burning |
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The corner dweller on the lane |
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Sorrow was her only feeling |
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For she could have no living shame |
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Take good time |
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To sow your own true seed |
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The summers end will bring your leaving |
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Then he journeyed for a long ways |
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And she was never in his mind |
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Came he home to just a memory |
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For the lady she had died |
