There she stands, this lovely creature There she stands, there she stands With her hair full of ribbons And green gloves on her hands So I asked this lovely creature Yes, I asked. yes I asked Would she walk with me a while Through this night so fast She took my hand, this lovely creature Yes, she said, yes, she said Yes, I'll walk with you a while It was a joyful man she led Over hills, this lovely creature Over mountains, over ranges By great pyramids and sphinxs We met drifters and strangers Oh the sands, my lovely creature And the mad, moaning winds At night the deserts writhed With diabolical things Through the night, through the night The wind lashed and it whipped me When I got home, my lovely creature She was no longer with me Somewhere she lies, this lovely creature Beneath the slow drifting sands With her hair full of ribbons And green gloves on her handsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
