Текст песни Trees - The Garden Of Jane Delawney
Trees - The Garden Of Jane Delawney слова песни
His words hang in the airThe ground you walk uponMight as well not be thereMight as well not be thereI`ll take you through my dreamsOut into the darkest morningPast the blood filled streamsInto the garden of Jane DelawneyInto the garden nowThough the rose is fairDon`t pluck it as you passFor a fire will consume you thereAnd your eyes will turn to glassYour eyes will turn to glassIn the willow`s shadeDon`t lie to thy rest deep?For its tears of gold and jadeWill drown you as you sleepWill drown you nowJane Delawney had her dreamsThat she never did discoverFor the flow that feeds the streamIs the life blood of her loverIs the life blood of her loverAnd the purifying beamOf the sun will shine here neverWhile the spirit of her dreamIn the garden lives foreverLives forever now