Текст песни The Garden Of Jane Delawney

The poet's voice lingers on, his words hanging in the air

The ground you walk upon, might as well not be there

Might as well not be there

I'll take you through my dreams, out into the darkest morning

Past the blood-filled streams, into the garden of Jane Delawney

Into her garden now

Through the rose if there, don't pluck it as you pass

Or the fire will consume your hair and your eyes will turn to glass

Your eyes will turn to glass
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In the willow's shade, don't lie to hear it weep

Or it's tears of gold and jade, will drown you as you sleep

Will drown you now

Jane Delawney had her dreams that she never did discover

For the flow that feeds the streams is the lifeblood of her lover

Is the lifeblood of her lover

And the purifying beams of the sun will shine here never

While the spirit of her dreams, in the garden lives forever

Lives forever now.