The poet's voice lingers on   His words hang in the air   The ground you walk upon   My death will not be there   My death will not be then      I take you through my dreams   Out into the darkest morning   Past the bloodfilled stream   Into the garden of jane delawney   Into her garden love      Always roses there   Don't like it as you pass   For a 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   For its tears of gold and jade   Will drown you as you sleep   Will drown you love      Jane delawney had her dreams   But 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 beam   Of the sun does shine her never   While the spirit of her dream   In the garden lives forever   Lives forever now