There's rosemary that's for remembrance
There's pansies that's for thought
There's fennel for you and coloumbine too
And rue
Standing in the river dressed around your knees
Watching your reflection framed by willow trees
Promises in whispers calling on the breeze
Ophelia
Floating out of childhood
Past the edge of young
All the strange emotions locked behind your tongue
Life is like a song that yet has not been sung
Somewhere down the river
Someone waits for you
Locked inside a castle you know it in your
Heart he feels the same for you waiting wanting
Deep inside your dreams he plays you like a drum
Calling up the memories of what is yet to come
If you know the ending would you turn and run ophelia
Mother's words of wisdom fade away and dim
Covered by the magic for the song you write for him
As long as he will hold you you'll never learn to swim ophelia
All these flood of feelings the happy and the sad
Your fear your heart will surely burst
Love will bring you healing
Passion drives you mad
What will he offer her
Will you be blessed or cursed
Ophelia
There's rosemary that's for remembrance and pansies that's for
Thought there's fennel for you and
Columbine too and rue for you and rue for me Opehelia