SILENT WORSHIP

Did you not see my lady
Go down the garden singing
Blackbird and thrush were silent
To hear the alleys ringing
oh saw you not my lady
Out in the garden there
Shaming the rose and lily
With a glory of golden hair.

Though I am nothing to her
Though she must rarely look at me
And though I may never woo her
I love her 'till I die
Oh saw you not my lady
Out in the garden there
Shaming the rose and lily
With a glory of golden hair.

I was told that the song was sung by a gardener who could never aspire to forming a relationship with the mistress of the household. Mind you, Lady Chatterley came along afterwards and put paid to all that!!!!! Hwyl, Bron.