Текст песни The Garden of Jane Delawnay - Francoise Hardy
The
poet′s
voice
lingers
on
His
words
hanging
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
darkest
morning
Past
the
blood-filled
streams
Into
the
garden
of
Jane
Delawnay
Into
her
garden
now
Through
the
rose
if
there
Don′t
pluck
it
as
you
pass
Or
the
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
Or
its
tears
of
gold
and
jade
Will
drown
you
as
you
sleep
Will
drown
you
now
Jane
Delawnay
had
her
dreams
That
she
never
did
discover
For
the
flow
that
feeds
the
streams
Is
the
lifeblood
of
her
lover
Is
the
lifeblood
of
her
lover
And
the
purifying
beams
Of
the
sun
will
shine
here
never
While
the
spirit
of
her
dreams
In
the
garden
lives
forever
Lives
forever
now
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