I.
You wove a crown of meadow blooms,
With violets in your hair,
Your fingers traced the rosemary,
As if it was a prayer.
(Chorus)
Sweet Ophelia,
Your flowers fade too fast,
The river waits, the willow weeps,
And calls you home at last.
II.
You held a daisy to your lips,
Then let it float away,
A rue for all the tears you wept,
With nothing more to say.
(Chorus)
Soft Ophelia,
Your flowers fade too fast,
The river waits, the willow weeps,
And calls you home at last.
III.
You reached for something in the dusk,
The sky was pale and wide,
You closed your eyes and felt the wind
Embrace you like the tide.
(Final Chorus - Softly)
Sing Ophelia,
Your petals drift and part,
The water holds you, cool and deep,
And stills your precious heart.
