When walking through my garden,
I did find this English Rose,
Smelling so sweet,
The scent was lifted from the gentle breeze.
I walked through my garden,
Holding this wild rose,
smelling her sweet scent,
as I did go.
I passed by many flowers,
Of that particular day,
And I have walked passed many flowers,
In the time that has gone astray.
But this flower I remember,
That very day, how sweet smelling she was,
I can never say.
I draw my attention to this one day,
The Rose herself did last,
But like all things did fade,
But that very day, I did see
A love so tender, mild and gentle,
A love so close to me.
I will never forget her,
The gentle breeze,
The red of her colour,
And the smell of her creed.
She will always be at one with me.
