Intro :
Isabel is w aiting
In a r oom of many sh adows
Her e yes like flashing d iamonds
Shining b rightly from the s ea
Her hair in silken tresses
Like a r obe around her s houlders
Hiding t antalising trea sures
That the s un has never s een
Isabel is w atching
Like a p rincess from the m ountains
For the f irst soft snows of w inter
And the i cy winds they b ring
With a whisper of her s adness
In the p assing of the s ummer
Her c rown is wild red r oses
With a l ace of forest g reen
And she w raps her arms ar ound me and she s ighs
And she s ing to me in s ilence with her e yes
And her h air upon my p illow comforts m e
Isabel is weeping
And her e yes are full of w onder
She k nows that it's the t ime for her
And she c annot underst and
She's a mistress of the moonlight
To the s tars she is a s ister
And the m orning now aw aits her
To betr ay her once ag ain
And she w hispers as she s adly slips aw ay
Then she s miles because there's n othing left to s ay
And she t akes with her the s adness and the s un