Song Description

The writers interpretation of the events leading to the tragic death of Ophelia in Shakespeare's 'Hamlet'.

Lyrics

Ophelia
Her end is near
She sings to the flowers
Been there for hours
Her mind is confused so they say
So restrained, self torment just led her this way
She is lost, in grief without tears
This sad young child, shall soon sleep for years

Ophelia
Her skin so clear
Like porcelain in morning sun
Unreal like an illusion
The flowers, what a picture she makes
Dressed in white, she steps to the side of the lake
and reflects, the past few years
Clouds in her mind, lake full of tears

Softly she sings but then silence descends on the day
Flowers and willow leaves drifting above where she lay
Where she lay, Ophelia

How silent the day does now seem
Just the sound of breeze blowing soft through the trees
She is lost, to a world down below
Freed from her mind, at peace with her soul

Still are the waters she lies staring up to the skies
Life taken from her, her spirit can now start to rise
Start to rise, Ophelia