The Garden Of Jane Delawney Lyrics - Singles - Trees

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