There is an orchard

A. Woodforde-Finden

There is an orchard beyond the sea,

And high is the orchard wall;

And ripe is the fruit in the orchard tree --

Oh, my love is fair and tall!

There is an orchard beyond the sea,

And joy to its haven hies;

And a white hand opens its gate to me --

Oh, deep are my true love's eyes!

There is an orchard beyond the sea,

Its flowers the brown bee sips;

But the stateliest flower is all for me --

Oh, sweet are my true love's lips!

There is an orchard beyond the sea,

Where the soft delights do roam;

To the Great Delight I have bent my knee --

Oh, good is my true love's home!

There is an orchard beyond the sea,

With a nest where the linnets hide;

Oh, warm is the nest that is built for me --

In my true love's heart I bide!