I was walking thru the forest One cold and dreary morn My heart sick with jealousy And memories I need no more No I could never kill a man But I would do him harm Knowing that you're there Lying in his arms My flesh was ripped and torn By the bramble and the thorn I was lost but well-prepared To offer up my soul Because the greater misery Is to live with what I know The moon concealed by April's storm No bearing I could find Until I fell into a clearing And a road I recognized I was far Far from my home Further from her smile Not sure if I would return Or just lay down and die As I stood in Phaedra's Meadow Well the dawn did break the sky And from the highest up in heaven The Weaving Star fell into my eyesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
