For days work and weeks work, as I go up and down
There are many gardens all about the town

One that's gay with daffodils
One where children play
One that's white with cherry flowers
Another red with May

A kitten and a lilac bush
Bridal white and tall
And later crimson ramblers
Against a granite wall

I have passed your railings
When you never knew
And people who have gardens
I give my thanks to you