Lady Samantha

When the shrill winds are screaming
And the evening is still

Lady samantha glides over the hill
In a long satin dress that she wears every day

Her home is the hillside , her bed is the grave

Lady samantha glides like a tiger
Over the hills with no one beside her
No one comes near
They all live in fear

But lady samantha, she sheds only tears
The tales that I told round the fire every night
Are out of proportion and none of them right

She is harmless and empty of anything bad

For she once had something that most of you have