The Garden of Love کے بول

I went to the garden of love And saw what I never had seen A chapel was built in the midst Where I used play on the green And the doors of this chapel were shut And you shalt not writ over the door So, I turned to the garden of love That so many sweet flower bore And I saw it was filled with graves Tombstones where flowers should be And priest in black gowns were walking their round And binding with briars my joys And desire My joy and desire My joy And I saw it was filled with graves Tombstones where flowers should be And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds And binding with briars my joy And desire My joy and desire My joy and desire My joy My joy