And he was walking in the garden,
And he was walking in the night,
And he was singing a sad love song,
And he was praying for his life.

And the stars came out around him.
He was thinking of his sins.
And he's looking at his song-bird,
And he's looking at his wings.

There, inside the garden,
Came another. With his lips,
Said, "Won't you come and be my lover?
Let me give you a little kiss."

And he came, knelt down before him,
And fell upon his knees,
"I will give you gold and mountains
If you stay awhile with me."

And there was trouble taking place.
Trouble taking place

There, inside the garden,
They kissed, and the sun rose.
And he walked a little further,
And he found he was alone.

And the wind, it gathered 'round him.
He was thinking of his sins.
And he's looking for his song-bird,
He was looking for his wings.

And there was trouble taking place.
Trouble taking place
And there was trouble taking place.
Trouble taking place