Oilphelia

I killed my enemy

Choked him out in the air

Cleared his roots away

To start up my affairs

Under the grove there

Down by the brook

I was too busy

I didn't know to look

Up at dawn, I'm mowing the lawn

My competitive game

The weeds keep fighting back, they keep fighting

But it ends the same

Under the grove there

Down in the brook

I was too busy

I didn't know to look

But in the quiet night

I remember why

I tried so hard

To get so far away from you

My darling

These ghosts haunt my mind

Why work? We all turn to dirt

Isn't that what they say?

"Imperious Caesar

Dead, and turned to clay" (5.1.195)

Under the grove there

Drowned in the brook

I was too busy

I didn't know to look

But in the quiet night

I can remember why

I tried so hard

To get so far away from you

My darling

These ghosts haunt my mind

But in the quiet night

I remember why

I tried so hard

To get so far away from you

My darling

These ghosts haunt my mind