Dear Ophelia - Abney Park

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