G   A7   C   G

[Verse]
                           A7
In the summerhouse, in the ornamental gardens
        C                    G
Lavinia fell in love for the first time
                                    A7
He was the gardeners son and he was really very nice
             C                      G
He wrote her poetry and she learned every line
           Bm                     C
He said he loved her, she said she loved him too
                 D/F#             G
They'd keep it a secret, and only they would know

[Instrumental]
Em   A7   D7   G

[Verse]
                             A7
She went to Switzerland to a school for young ladies
         C                     G
To study cordon bleu and conversation
                                    A7
Her parents both agreed, because of mother's migraine headaches
                C                        G
That she should stay a year and ease the tension
             Bm
He said he'd wait for her
             C                               D/F#
She said that when she came home, they would start again
             G
And it would be the same

[Instrumental]
Em   A7   D7   G

[Verse]
                                     A7
And when the year was up, it was the start of a season
        C                     G
Lavinia soon returned to be a debutante
                             A7
And Mrs. Forsythe-Jones made lavish arrangements
      C                                G
For a smart affair, she thought that's what she'd want
          Bm              C
She had a lovely dress of broderie anglaise
            D/F#             G
Was made in Paris by someone famous

[Instrumental]
Em   A7   D7   G

[Verse]
                              A7
She didn't notice him, he was standing in the garden
       C                         G
In his working clothes, watching quietly
                                 A7
He tried to catch her eye with a wave of his hand
               C                     G
But she was surrounded by her fine society

[Instrumental]
Bm   C   D/F#  G

[Verse]
                           A7
Lavinia's married now to a man of importance
        C                G
And she sees him just at weekends
                                    A7
And in the summer months, she sits alone in the garden
             C                         G
And what she sees of life is through a faded lens
              Bm            C
She reads her poetry, those few well worn pages
         D/F#                       G
That may fall apart, she knows them all by heart