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 road around her shoulders   Hiding, tantalizing 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 wide red roses   With a lace of forest green      And she wraps her arms around me and she sighs   And she seems to be 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