The Garden Of Jane Delawney Lyrics

The Garden Of Jane Delawney lyrics

The poet's voice lingers on

His words hang in the air

The ground you
walk upon

Might as well not be there

Might as well not be there

I'll take you through my dreams

Out into the darkest morning

Past
the blood filled streams

Into the garden of Jane Delawney

Into the
garden now

Though the rose is fair

Don't pluck 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 its tears of gold and jade

Will drown you as you
sleep

Will drown you now

Jane Delawney had her dreams

That
she never did discover

For the flow that feeds the stream

Is the
life blood of her lover

Is the life blood of her lover

And the
purifying beam

Of the sun will shine here never

While the spirit of
her dream

In the garden lives forever

Lives forever now