In My Garden

A garden sweet,
A garden small,
Where rambler roses creep along the wall;
Where dainty phlox and columbine
Are nodding to the trumpet vine.
I look upon each lovely bloom
That woos the breezes with it's faint perfume --
And yet it seems my garden is not so fair;
I know it's just because you are not there.
Con moto:
Here in my garden at twilight,
While tiny stars lend their shy light,
Thinking of you I sit alone --
I'm dreaming of other nights we've known --
Upon the air softly falling,
The thrush's song comes a calling;
The trembling rose awaits the dew,
And here I wait for you, I wait for you
A garden sweet,
A garden small,
Where rambler roses creep along the wall;
Where dainty phlox and columbine
Are. nodding to the trumpet vine.
And now each flower is sweeter dear;
I know it's just because at last you're here.
We sit alone, from all the world apart,
And love is blooming full within my heart.