My granny had a backyard br And it had some lime shrubs br For all my naive years br I carried the aroma br Of the lime orchard br And used it as a bookmark br br When i grew up br They thought, br I was scholarly br And gave me br An olive crown br So I proudly br Used the olive crown br As my bookmark br br Some time back br You saw through and through br My heart, br And gave me a rose. br Since then, br I am unknowingly br Using the rose as a bookmark br For when I open the book br The rose whispers, br In my ears, br That no one has seen br My heart, br As clearly as you have.