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 darknest 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 you here And your eyes will turn to glass. Your eyes will turn to glass.
In the willow’s shade Don’t lie to thy rest deep. For its tears of gold and jade Will drown you as you sleep. Will you drown 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.
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Verliefd op dit liedje! O+
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Heerlijke relaxte muziek van een te vroeg overleden muzikant Jim Croce.
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[center]The Garden Of Jane Delawney.
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 darknest 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 you here
And your eyes will turn to glass.
Your eyes will turn to glass.
In the willow’s shade
Don’t lie to thy rest deep.
For its tears of gold and jade
Will drown you as you sleep.
Will you drown 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.
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Uriah Heep - TALES
We told our tales as we sat under
Morning’s sleepy sky
With all the colours of
The sunrise shining in our eyes
One, then another
With a story of yesterday’s life
Or of a lover who had
Gone in a moment of strife
No thought of sleep ever dwells
Upon the wise man’s mind
Some task or audience
Stealing every moment of his time
Thus we have learned to live
While mortal men
Stand waiting to die
How can we do what must be done
In just one short life
And if you ask
Then you must know
If you still doubt
You should be told
It was not we
That made it so
It was by those
Who went before
And there you sit
Tomorrow’s child
So full of love
So full of life
But you must rise
To meet the day
Lest you become another tale
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Cuby & the Blizzards Window of my Eyes.
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Vandaag maar weer eens gedraaid
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