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 sphinxes
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 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 hands...