Her crown is wide red roses
Like a road around her shoulders
And the icy winds they bring
For the first soft snows of winter
Her eyes like flashing diamonds
Hiding, tantalizing treasures
Shining brightly from the sea
In the passing of the summer
To the stars she is a sister
Like a princess from the mountains
Isabel is watching
And she whispers as she sadly slips away
That the sun has never seen
And she cannot understand
And her eyes are full of wonder
With a whisper of her sadness
She knows that it's the time for her
And she wraps her arms around me and she sighs
She's a mistress of the moonlight
To betray her once again
And the morning now awaits her
Isabel is weeping
With a lace of forest green
Her hair in silken tresses
And she seems to be in silence with her eyes
Then she smiles because there's nothing left to say
And her hair upon my pillow comforts me
