[00:12.85]When the shrill winds are screaming
[00:15.72]And the evening is still
[00:17.35]
[00:18.22]Lady samantha glides over the hill
[00:23.51]In a long satin dress that she wears every day
[00:28.64]
[00:29.83]Her home is the hillside, her bed is the grave
[00:34.82]
[00:36.82]Lady samantha glides like a tiger
[00:39.44]Over the hills with no one beside her
[00:42.56]No one comes near
[00:45.35]They all live in fear
[00:47.29]
[00:47.99]But lady samantha, she sheds only tears
[00:53.23]The tales that I told round the fire every night
[01:10.47]Are out of proportion and none of them right
[01:15.45]
[01:16.07]She is harmless and empty of anything bad
[01:21.75]
[01:22.57]For she once had something that most of you have