Lyrics
Blossoms floating on the face of the lake
Marks the watery grave Of the fair Ophelia...
Currents moving motes that fly between the light
Dancing to the sound of angels Singing aloud and rushing on and on...
Soundless flowers falling to the rippling lake
Covering the evidence Of the fair Ophelia...
Humming ringing whirlpools moving roots of white Weighing down limbs in velvet
Sinking down and singing on and on...
Ripples washing on the sand of the shore
Echoing the silent sigh Of the fair Ophelia...
Currents moving motes that fly between the light
Dancing to the sound of angels
Singing aloud and rushing on
Humming ringing whirlpools moving roots of white
Weighing down limbs in velvet
Sinking down and singing on and on...
