Tune: “Butterflies Lingering over Flowers”
Red flowers fade, green apricots still small
When swallows pass
Over blue water which surrounds the garden wall.
Most willow catkins have been blown away, alas!
But there is no place where grows not the sweet green grass.
Without the wall there’s a road; within there’s a swing.
Hears a fair maiden’s laughter in the garden ring.
As the ringing laughter dies away by and by,
For the enchantress the enchant’d can only sigh.