it's quite quaint
that a flower can faint
laying in the garden of youth

it didn't age
its heart had no cave
so it failed; the flower of youth

there was darkness and light
pulling its thoughts out of sight
the flower of youth cried

always young yet still so old
its mind rotting, its stem still gold
the flower of youth died

it's quite quaint
that people can faint
laying in the garden of youth

stop dancing
my darling twelfth princess
wake yourself up

in the garden of youth,
we are already dead