How may a subject court his queen
How may he make her see
That she must be his lady
I’ve made you a garden
I am your Eyes
Your bonny Robin
Here are sweetly shadowed paths of grass and sand
Where you may walk and take your ease
Here are herbs and gillyflowers
Whose scent perfumes and purifies the air you breathe
Here is a fountain made from white Carrara marble
Carved with strange and stirring scenes
Here is a birdhouse set with gemstones
Where canaries sing and golden feathers gleam
All for you
All for you
I’ve made you a garden
I am your Eyes
Your bonny Robin
How may a subject court his queen
How may he make her see
That she must be his lady

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