In a garden of the southland He found her
wandering astray She came to show him of her
beauty That many passersby don't see Would you be
taking in Such frail-looking lady The sadness of
her lone display Dressed in yellow fire burning
The corner dweller on the lane Sorrow was her
only feeling For she could have no living shame
Take thee care and time To sow your own true seed
The summers end will bring your leaving Then he
journeyed for a long ways And she was never in
his mind Came he home to just a memory For the
lady she had died
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