Boots Were Of Leather

A Breath Of Cologne

Her Mirror Was A Window

She Sat Quite Alone



All Around Her

The Garden Grew

Scarlet And Purple

And Crimson And Blue



She Came And She Went

And At Last Went Away

The Garden Was Sealed

When The Flowers Decayed



On The Wall Of The Garden

A Legend Did Say:

No One May Come Here

Since No One May Stay