Phaedra's Meadow

I was walking thru 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 Knowing that you’re there Lying 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 The Weaving Star fell into my eyes ©Thunderhawk Music