Martin's Song By: Ariane (Ariane_Granville@Operamail.com) Wearily, I close my eyes, To but drift again -- Into the garden where she waits To take me by the hand. Sometimes, she will sing for me In a voice so high and sweet; It seems the earth below me trembles And the skies above me weep. To her I broke a promise, But still we never part. In my dreams we meet and greet and she's locked in my heart. Always from our Eden I am forced to go, Back to the world that part of me Simply does not know. And ever do I wander; And always am I torn, But when it's time for me to sleep In her arms I'll be once more. BACK