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