Lyrics Dear Ophelia - Abney Park

Dear Ophelia

Dear Ophelia, I love you dear
I’m sorry that I haven’t been here
Dear Ophelia, you know I’m hurt
It’s been two whole months since he was laid in the dirt
Dear Ophelia, I’m sorry that I lied
I really do mean to make you my bride
When I get through this, I’ll treat you well
I’m sorry I’m making your life a hell
Dear Ophelia, your father thinks I’m mad
If truth be known, I think he’d be not glad
If, my dear Ophelia, we were to wed
And I took you to our wedding bed
Dear Ophelia, I know that he is dead
But what he told me last night lays on me like lead
In the orchard he lay sleeping, that’s why he didn’t hear
His brother crept up and poured poison in his ear