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The Garden Of Jane Delawney Lyrics
The poet's voice lingers on
His words hang in the air
The ground you walk upon
My death will not be there
My death will not be there
I take you through my dreams
Out into the darkest morning
Past the bloodfilled stream
Into the garden of Jane Delawney
Into the garden, love...
All the roses there
Don't pluck it as you pass
For a fire will consume your hair
And your eyes will turn to glass
Your eyes will turn to glass
In the willow's shade
Don't lie to hear it weep
For its tears of gold and jade
Will drown you as you sleep
Will drown you love
Jane Delawney had her dreams
That she never did discover
For the flow that feeds the stream
Is the lifeblood of her lover
Is the lifeblood of her lover
And the purifying beam
Of the sun does shine here never
While the spirit of her dream
In the garden lives forever
Lives forever now
His words hang in the air
The ground you walk upon
My death will not be there
My death will not be there
Out into the darkest morning
Past the bloodfilled stream
Into the garden of Jane Delawney
Into the garden, love...
Don't pluck it as you pass
For a fire will consume your hair
And your eyes will turn to glass
Your eyes will turn to glass
Don't lie to hear it weep
For its tears of gold and jade
Will drown you as you sleep
Will drown you love
That she never did discover
For the flow that feeds the stream
Is the lifeblood of her lover
Is the lifeblood of her lover
And the purifying beam
Of the sun does shine here never
While the spirit of her dream
In the garden lives forever
Lives forever now
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This song was commented on before. Somehow it all disappeared? I always thought this song was haunted. :-)
@MrWillow It always seemed to me that that Jane - a bit like Ophelia - had gone slightly mad and wandered the woods where she had once waited for her true lover, She did not know that the pale red shade in the water of the stream was the distant drift of her lover who, coming to meet her, had fallen into some fatal misfortune. Though his body, drained of life blood, would not be found - perhaps having fallen into a hidden ravine or jagged crevasse - still his spirit roamed the area, distraught and unrequited in love, unable...
@MrWillow It always seemed to me that that Jane - a bit like Ophelia - had gone slightly mad and wandered the woods where she had once waited for her true lover, She did not know that the pale red shade in the water of the stream was the distant drift of her lover who, coming to meet her, had fallen into some fatal misfortune. Though his body, drained of life blood, would not be found - perhaps having fallen into a hidden ravine or jagged crevasse - still his spirit roamed the area, distraught and unrequited in love, unable to maker her see his presence, When she looks at the roses, on the bush that he once plucked them for her hair, her face grows hot with tears and her eyes are fixed in a vacant stare, as if they are glass, If she dozes off into a tormented sleep borrn of sorrow and wretchedness, her tears drain and flow so much as to make her feel that she is drowning in her own tears. That is the feeling that I get. What about you?