City built me a courtyard, we promised he would.
And spend time in my courtyard whenever he could.
In the corner a tall tree, so shady and cool.
And a white marble fountain, in a clear sparkling pool.
A lovely stone courtyard, with a lacy iron gate.
And a bountiful garden, where I could wait.
Yes, he built me a courtyard, like he promised he would.
And I know that he'd come to my side, he would if he could.
Patterns on a courtyard floor, illusions of all I'm living for.