She turned down the captain When he came around to score She said her heart was promised to A midshipman from Baltimore
He offered her his mansion He offered her his gold But she slipped away to a lonely place With no man's hand to hold
Still sweet Ophelia I feel your love reach out Across the miles of ocean There can be no doubt
The lawyer's means were modest He brought her Danish wine And an heirloom necklace of cultured Pearls from down his family line
But all of his advances Her heart was cold as stone She said, "Sir before I'd accept your gifts, I'll walk these bowery streets alone"
Still sweet Ophelia I feel your love reach out Across the miles of ocean There can be no doubt
Still sweet Ophelia I feel your love reach out Across the miles of ocean There can be no doubt
Some say she died of fever Up in her attic room Some tell me that she hung herself In a ?
I heard she sealed the windows And never lit the stove But I like to dream she drowned herself On a ?
Still sweet Ophelia I feel your love reach out Across the miles of ocean There can be no doubtTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
