[Through composed]
I know where a garden grows;
Jonquil, hyacynth and rose:
Warmed by languid summer breeze,
Whispering softly through the trees.

I know where a maiden sweet,
In this garden waits to meet
Her lover: in this garden bower,
She's fairer far than any flower.

I know where a garden grows,
Jonquil, hyacynth and rose:
She makes them fair, in fragrance rare,
My sweetheart, who is waiting there.

And that is why I go each day,
And why each night, I ever pray:
Pray, we two may ever stay
In this garden, in this garden,
I know where.