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