And the sun will rise soon on the false and the fair
No trace of my true love is there to be found
She's parted her lips but she makes not a sound
Love not a woman with hair black as midnight
Outside my window, her ladies are sleeping
She leaps 'cross the room, she stands in the window
She silently slips from her throat a medallion
And her hair turns to splinters and her flesh turns to brine
So walk these hills lightly and watch who you're lovin'
By mother the mountain, I swear that it's true
And a ladies-in-waiting, she stands 'neath my window
My dogs have gone hunting, the howling is through
Her skin fits her tightly and her lips do not lie
I fly down the stairway and I run to the garden
And screams that my first-born will surely be blind
She tells me she comes from my mother the mountain
Slowly she twirls it in front of my eyes
The satin she's wearin' is shimmering blue
So I reach for her hand and her eyes turns to poison
She throws herself out to the black of the nightfall
I watch her, I love her, I long for to touch her
