And he was walking in the garden
And he was walking in the night
And he was singing a sad love song
And he was praying for his life
And the stars came out around him
He was thinking of his sins
And he's looking at his song-bird
And he's looking at his wings
There inside the garden
Came another with his lips
Said, 'Won't you come and be my lover?'
'Let me give you a little kiss?'
And he came, knelt down before him
And fell upon his knees
Said, 'I will give you gold and mountains
If you stay a while with me'
And there was trouble taking place
There inside the garden
They kissed, and the sun rose
And he walked a little further
And he found he was alone
And the wind, it gathered round him
He was thinking of his sins
He was looking at his song-bird
And he was looking at his wings
And there was trouble taking place