There is a garden in her face

General information

Lyricist: Thomas Campion

Settings by composers

• Thomas Campion TTBB
• Robert Jones SATB

Texts and Translations

English text

1  There is a garden in her face,
Where roses and white lilies grow;
A heav'nly paradise is that place,
Wherein all pleasant fruits do flow.
There cherries grow, which none may buy
Till Cherry ripe, themselves do cry.

2  Those cherries fairly do enclose
Of orient pearl a double row;
Which when her lovely laughter shows,
They look like rosebuds filled with snow.
Yet them no peer nor prince can buy
Till Cherry ripe, themselves do cry.

3  Her eyes like angels watch them still;
Her brows like bended bows do stand,
Threat'ning with piercing frowns to kill
All that attempt with eye or hand
Those sacred cherries to come nigh
Till Cherry ripe, themselves do cry.