I was walking thru the forest   One cold and dreary morn   My heart sick with jealousy   And memories I need no more   No I could never kill a man   But I would do him harm   Knowing that you're there   Lying in his arms   My flesh was ripped and torn   By the bramble and the thorn   I was lost but well-prepared   To offer up my soul   Because the greater misery   Is to live with what I know   The moon concealed by April's storm   No bearing I could find   Until I fell into a clearing   And a road I recognized   I was far   Far from my home   Further from her smile   Not sure if I would return   Or just lay down and die   As I stood in Phaedra's Meadow   Well the dawn did break the sky   And from the highest up in heaven   The Weaving Star fell into my eyes