@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?
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?