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
Chorus
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
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
Chorus
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
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
