She is waiting for me in the garden,
By the pale light of the Milky Way.
Once more we meet there in secret,
At the closing of yet another day...
There's a spot outside of the garden,
Where she and I would laugh and play.
But now we must meet more discreetly,
To keep the gossip of others away...
Red and white roses bloom in the garden.
Be careful, the thorns will sting you.
Everyone's life has its share of pain,
As you endure what life will bring you...
It's a mystical, magical place, our garden,
Holding many a breathless conversation,
Where we can discuss anything we please
Without fear of harming our reputation...
There's a chill in the air of the garden,
Bringing a healthy glow to my Jenny's face.
Jenny looks so delicate in the moonlight,
As we meet, touch lightly, then embrace...
Yes, roses bloom in abundance in the garden,
Where they shield us from both time and space.
We could search out a better place for meeting,
Except I don't think there is a better place....