[00:30.62]The poet's voice lingers on [00:35.01]His words hang in the air. [00:41.17]The ground you walk upon [00:44.95]Might as well not be there. [00:52.77]Might as well not be there. [01:01.45]I'll take you through my dreams [01:06.05]Out into the darkest morning. [01:13.23]Past the blood filled streams [01:19.21]Into the garden of Jane Delawney. [01:24.91]Into her garden now. [01:39.40]Though the rose is there [01:44.00]Don't pluck it as you pass. [01:49.73]For a fire will consume your hair [01:56.00]And your eyes will turn to glass. [02:02.25]Your eyes will turn to glass. [02:08.22]In the willow's shade [02:15.11]Don't lie to hear it weep. [02:21.38]For its tears of gold and jade [02:27.32]Will drown you as you sleep. [02:33.07]Will you drown now. [02:53.38]Jane Delawney had her dreams [02:57.54]That she never did discover. [03:04.00]For the flow that feeds the stream [03:10.28]Is the life blood of her lover. [03:15.92]Is the life blood of her lover. [03:21.80]And the purifying beam [03:25.58]Of the sun will shine here never. [03:31.39]While the spirit of her dream [03:36.83]In the garden lives forever. [03:43.51]Lives forever now. [03:51.22]