I was angry with my friend

I told my wrath, my wrath did end

I was angry with my foe

I told him not, my wrath did grow



And I watered it with fears

Night and morning with my tears

And I sunned it with smiles

And with soft deceitful wiles



And it grew both day and night

Till it bore an apple bright

And my foe beheld its shine

And he knew that it was mine



Into my garden stole

When the night had veiled the pole

Into my garden stole

When the night had veiled the pole



Into my garden stole

When the night had veiled the pole

Into my garden stole

When the night had veiled the pole



He has cast me in shade

Night and morning have I prayed

Even turned their blood in me

Oh, those of little loyalty



I have watered it with fears

Night and morning with my tears

I have sunned it with smiles

And with soft deceitful wiles

With soft deceitful wiles



And it grew both day and night

Till it bore an apple bright

And my foe beheld its shine

And he knew that it was mine



Into my garden stole

When the night had veiled the pole

Into my garden stole

When the night had veiled the pole



Into my garden stole

When the night had veiled the pole

Into my garden stole

When the night had veiled the pole



I was angry with my friend

I told my wrath, my wrath did end

I was angry with my foe

I told him not, my wrath did grow



Into my garden he stole

When the night had veiled the pole

In the morning, glad I see

My foe outstretched beneath the tree

My foe outstretched beneath the tree