| 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! |