If once you loved a garden That's not your garden now — Yellow crocus in the grass And budding lilac bough. April's a remembering time, You will always know Green splashed gold of daffodils Where they used to grow.
If once you loved a garden That love will stay with you. In April there's a morning When violets are blue. You come upon them suddenly, And suddenly you see A green white mist has fallen On the old pear tree.
Once I loved a garden That's not my garden now. In April I remember The smell of earth, and how Like folded hands in prayer, Holding a scented heart, The hyacinths come pushing The loose, brown soil apart.
You can't forget a garden Where you have planted seed, Where you have watched the weather And known the rose's need. When you go away from it, However long or far, You leave your heart behind you Where roots and tendrils are.
