The Garden Of Jane Delawney 歌词
| 歌曲 | The Garden Of Jane Delawney |
| 歌手 | Dark Sanctuary |
| 专辑 | Exaudi Vocem Meam I |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Boshell, Trees | |
| 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... | |
| Though the rose is 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 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 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... |
| zuo qu : Boshell, Trees | |
| 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 bloodfilled streams | |
| Into the garden of Jane Delawney | |
| Into her garden now... | |
| Though the rose is 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 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 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... |
| zuò qǔ : Boshell, Trees | |
| 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 bloodfilled streams | |
| Into the garden of Jane Delawney | |
| Into her garden now... | |
| Though the rose is 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 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 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... |
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