Blue Rodeo. Phaedra's Meadow. Zeneszám

I was walkin' through 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
Knowin' that you?re there
Lyin' 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
Weaving star fell into my eyes

As I stood in Phaedra?s meadow
Well, the dawn did break the sky
And from the highest up in heaven
Weaving star fell into my eyes

As I stood in Phaedra?s meadow
Well, the dawn did break the sky
And from the highest up in heaven
Weaving star fell in my eyes