She comes in like a fog
All clothed in ivy vine
Her hair like scattered feathers
Her lips like sherry wine
I will be the girl I love
And I will cherish anything
She speaks in little words
And does not give her name
The Prince asked what to call her
She said "it's all the same"
I will be the girl I love
And I will cherish anything
She asked if she could stay
To have someone nearby
Beatrice welcomed her
The girl let out a sigh
I will be the girl I love
And I will cherish anything
She has eternal youth
And she has ancient eyes
An ancient heaviness
That speaks of ancient lies
I will be the girl I love
And I will cherish anything
And from her ivy cloak
She pulls an endless strand
And from the living vine
She weaves a tent by hand
I will be the girl I love
And I will cherish anything
A shelter from the cold
A shelter from the rain
A place for friends to gather
A shelter from the pain
I will be the girl I love
And I will cherish anything