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 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 hands.