THERE IS AN ORCHARD

By Gilbert Parker

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!