Jane

Oh Jane Oh Jane  How could words on a page  Take me so far away How could light of the day Take me back again Oh Jane Oh Jane  With the first letter I feel a soft wind I feel better when I'm back in your England Standing in a moor hair in my face  Soft rain falling at a slow pace  Oh Jane Oh Jane  Oh Jane I feel it  I'm taken back home again Oh Jane I need it How have you become my closest friend  Jane oh Jane A nameless gentleman holding out his hand A faceless woman running out towards him A little girl yearning for so much more A little girl pining for those days of yore Oh Jane Oh Jane  I may not have that English perfection "By you, I was properly humbled  I came to you without a doubt of my reception" Jane oh sweet dear Jane   Oh Jane I feel it  I'm taken back home again Oh Jane I need it How have you become my closest friend  Jane oh Jane Oh Jane you promised me a gentleman  Oh Jane you have made me prejudiced For I have expected a different affection  That this world has not yet perfected  Oh Jane you are cruel  I'm taken far away to a better place  Oh Jane I'm such a fool For thinking that love will be exactly like it is in your pages  Jane oh Jane Oh Jane I feel it  I'm taken back home again Oh Jane I need it How have you become my closest friend  Jane oh Jane