Charles Ives
Charles Ives
Charles Ives
Charles Ives
Charles Ives
Charles Ives
Charles Ives
Charles Ives
Charles Ives
Charles Ives
Charles Ives
Charles Ives
Charles Ives
There is a certain garden where I know
That flowers flourish in a poet's spring
Where aye young birds their matins sing
And never ill wind blows, nor any snow
But if you wonder where so fair a show
Where such eternal pleasure may be seen
I say, my memory keeps that garden green
Wherein I loved my first love long ago
There Is a Certain Garden was written by Charles Ives.