The Gardener Songtext
von June Tabor

Proud Maisrie stands in her bower door
Straight as the willow wand
And by and comes a gardener lad
With a red rose in his hand
And by and comes a gardener lad
With a red rose in his hand

It′s you shall have my rose, fair maid
If you give your flower to me
From among the flowers in my garden
I'll shape a gown for thee
From among the flowers in my garden
I′ll shape a gown for thee

A lily white shall be your smock
Becomes your body best
The gillyflower to be your quill
And a primrose at your breast
The gillyflower to be your quill
And a primrose at your breast


Your gown shall be the scented thyme
Your petticoat chamomile
Your apron of the salads neat
That taste both sweet and fine
Your apron of the salads neat
That taste both sweet and fine

Since you have shaped a gown for me
Among the summer flowers
It's I'll pay you back again
Amidst the winter showers
It′s I′ll repay you back again
Amidst the winter showers

New-fallen snow shall be your shirt
And lie your body next
And the mirk-black rain shall be your coat
And a wind gale at your breast
The mirk-black rain shall be your coat
And a wind gale at your breast

The steed that you shall ride upon
Shall be the weather grey
And when you come into my sight
I'll wish you were away
And when you come into my sight
I′ll wish you were away