The Garden Of Jane Delawney lyrics

The poet's voice lingers on, his words hanging 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 her garden now
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Through the rose if there, don't pluck it as you pass
Or the 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
Or it's 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 streams is the lifeblood of her lover
Is the lifeblood of her lover
And the purifying beams of the sun will shine here never
While the spirit of her dreams, in the garden lives forever
Lives forever now.