Isabel (Remaster)

Isabel is waiting

In a room of many shadows

Her eyes like flashing diamonds

Shining brightly from the sea

Her hair in silken tresses

Like a robe around her shoulders

Hiding tantalising treasures

That the sun has never seen

Isabel is watching

Like a princess from the mountains

For the first soft snows of winter

And the icy winds they bring

With a whisper of her sadness

In the passing of the summer

Her crown is wild red roses

With a lace of forest green

And she wraps her arms around me and she sighs

And she sing to me in silence with her eyes

And her hair upon my pillow comforts me

Isabel is weeping

And her eyes are full of wonder

She knows that its the time for her

And she cannot understand

She's a mistress of the moonlight

To the stars she is a sister

And the morning now awaits her

To betray her once again

And she whispers as she sadly slips away

Then she smiles because theres nothing left to say

And she takes with her the sadness and the sun