The Garden of Jane Delawney Songtext
von Trees

The wood′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 stream
Into the garden of Jane Delauney
Into her garden now


Though the rose is there
Don′t pluck it as a part
Or a fire will consume your hand
And your eyes will turn to glass
Your eyes will turn to glass

In the willow shade
Don't lie to hear it weep
For its tears of golden jade
Will drown you as you sleep
Will drown you now

Jane Delauney had her dreams
That 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 heat of the sun
Will shine here never
While the spirit of her dreams
In the garden lives forever
Lives forever now