There she stands, this lovely creature
With her hair full of ribbons
And black gloves on her hands
So I asked this lovely creature
Would she ride with me a while
Through this night so fast
She took my hand, this lovely creature
“Yes, I’ll ride with you a while”
It was a joyful man she led
Over hills, this lovely creature
Over mountains, over ranges
By great pyramids and sphinxs
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
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 black gloves on her hands
N.C. & The B.S.
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