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 awhile 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.