Oh friend Oh friend In the garden of thy heart Plant naught But the rose of love, And from the nightingale Of affection and desire Loosen not Thy hold. Treasure The companionship Of the righteous Of the righteous And eschew All fellowship With the ungodly. Treasure The companionship Of the righteous Of the righteous And eschew All fellowship With the ungodly. In the garden of thy heart Plant naught But the rose of love,