Sweet Wednesday - Ophelia lyrics

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Sweet Wednesday - Ophelia lyrics

We met during the Revolutionary War Near Old Man Smith's grocery store Conditions were bad, morale kind of scary Half our men dead from dysentery I ran the French canons from Lake Champlain That we slid across the Hudson in the ice and the rain When we won Boston, headed down to York A town with a temple and thirty churches And there were girls like I'd seen in the pictures Living on down in the Red Light District I was lost, just looking for a martyr When I fell in love with the madam's daughter The greatest love that I ever had was Ophelia, goddess of the moonlight I asked the madam for her daughter's hand in marriage She said, "There's nothing more that I'd disparage. Got no money, think your cause is just I lose business when you tar and feather the Loyalists." Ophelia was seventeen, I was a half year older Bonniest lily of York I told her We both agreed to run away that night Get married beneath the forest in the pale moonlight The greatest love that I ever had was Ophelia, goddess of the moonlight We met south of the city 'neath the midnight moon Made love under the stars, heard the sound of the loons Ground started shaking, lightning came in a blast That could take out seven men in its path And we were separated by the night and the storm And I went into a cave where it was dry and warm The next day Ophelia was nowhere to be seen She came with the night and was gone like a dream The greatest love that I ever had was Ophelia, goddess of the moonlight So I was alone, the punishment was murder Worse off than the Loyalists as a deserter I was caught by the crown, wouldn't praise it out of reason So they put me in the brig, gonna hang me for treason The moon was hidden and the night was cold Ophelia came to me some have told We flew home some how got away Rode British horses through the night Crossed the Hudson by daybreak So if you see two birds black as midnight Running as if escaping from the pale moonlight Fleeing from the British and American hands Some say that was me and sweet Ophelia The greatest love that I ever had was Ophelia, goddess of the moonlight