On that day when first I saw you, how my young heart filled with joy
You were picking sweet primroses, when I chanced to pass you by
I felt some strange thing happen, and I felt something had changed
Somehow I knew, because of you, I'd never be the same.

You lived in a rich man's garden, fairest flower of all that grew
In a world I had no part of, where no harm could fall on you
And I never got to know you, for you never looked my way
So I left you in that garden, and I sadly walked away.

Now your father he had riches, with nothing left to crave
A lord of all the people, with a soul cold as a grave
And I knew he'd give no quarter, to one as poor as me
So I never crossed that garden, where I knew my heart to be.

You lived in a rich man's garden, fairest flower of all that grew
In a world I had no part of, where no harm could fall on you
And I never got to know you, for you never looked my way
So I left you in that garden, and I sadly walked away.

Now the years have slipped behind me, and my hair has turned to grey
I still see you in that garden, on that far off summer day
You were six and I was seven, with not a jacket to my name
How I loved you in that garden, but you never spoke my name.

You lived in a rich man's garden, fairest flower of all that grew
In a world I had no part of, where no harm could fall on you
And I never got to know you, for you never looked my way
So I left you in that garden, and I sadly walked away.