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 then
I take you through my dreams Out into the darkest morning Past the bloodfilled stream Into the garden of jane delawney Into her garden love
Always roses there Don't like 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 it's tears of gold and jade Will drown you as you sleep Will drown you love
Jane delawney had her dreams But 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 her never While the spirit of her dream In the garden lives forever Lives forever nowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
