I have a garden of my own

You may think it’s overgrown

How many flowers – would you guess?

It's a little wilderness

But now my beloved is gone

To the bed’s of spices

To feed in the gardens

and to be where the light is

And it will never rain roses

They are stuck here in the ground

Stroking our noses

Without making a sound

And it will never rain roses

They are stuck here in the ground

Stroking our noses

Without making a sound

there's no sound