In the Seraglio Garden by Frederick Delius Lyrics

With perfume heavily laden the roses
Droop their heads
The pine trees are swaying so silently
In drowsy air;
And silvery fountains are playing
So dreamily!
The minarets raise towards heav'n
In faith their turkisch towers
The crescent moon glides on her lonely way
O'er the dark blue sky
And she kisses clusters of lily and rose
And other flowers too
And other flowers too
In the seraglio garden!