It's many a fine lady
that's layed down beside me
With their flesh made of velvet
and their eyes made of rain
Some tried to hold me
to hurt me to hide me
And some turned away
not to look back again
Of one stood among them
I remember most clearly
Her sorrows were heavy
and her laughter was slow
I courted her gently
and I loved her most dearly
I came her majestic reflections to know
Her words like the mountain
stood lonely and lofty
With her face like a daydream
and her hair like the shawl
worn by a mourner
Her steals away softly
From those that would have him
mourn nothing at all
Endlessly sorrow rode high on the north wind
Slashing and slicing to take him his toll
And endlessly creatures of darkness were cuttin'
Their paths through the walls
that sheltered her soul
But no longer gypsy lie sadness unending
Her eyes they lay hollow
and her face petrified
The sun will go laughin' and others condemn him
Over who there among you
could have told her goodbye