Jake Heggie - Ophelia's Song
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The hills are green, my dear one
And blossoms are filling the air
The spring is arisen and I am a prisoner there
In this flowery field I’ll lay me
And dream of the open air
The spring is arisen and I am a prisoner there
Taste of the honey. Sip of the wine
Pine for a chalice of gold
I have a dear one and he is mine
Thicker than water. Water so cold
In this flowery field I’ll lay me
And dream of the open air
The spring is arisen and I am a prisoner there
And blossoms are filling the air
The spring is arisen and I am a prisoner there
In this flowery field I’ll lay me
And dream of the open air
The spring is arisen and I am a prisoner there
Taste of the honey. Sip of the wine
Pine for a chalice of gold
I have a dear one and he is mine
Thicker than water. Water so cold
In this flowery field I’ll lay me
And dream of the open air
The spring is arisen and I am a prisoner there
