Ophelia Testo

Where the willow trails its widow's weeds in water There doth she lie thy wan, benighted daughter No one must weep No one must weep Cold is her bed and hard is her pillow Garlands for her hair entwined with braids of willow No one must weep No one must weep Lily white her gown which billows in the water And bears her downstream Till the dark glass closes o'er her No one must weep For she but sleeps