It's many a fine lady has laid 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

Some turned away not to look back again





One stood among them, I remember most clearly

Her sorrows were heavy and her laughter was slow

I courted her gently, for I loved her most dearly

And 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, who 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

Endlessly creatures of darkness were cutting

Their paths through the walls that shelter the soul





No longer gypsy-like sadness unending

Her eyes they lie hollow and her face petrified

Some will go laughing and others condemning

But who there among you could have told her goodbye





It's many a fine lady has laid 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

Some turned away not to look back again