[Verse 1]
She wore a cloak of feathers
And rode a mare of purest white
A silver chalice in her hand
A look of sadness in her eyes

[Chorus 1]
A thing of beauty to behold
But a sorrow to possess
She'll take all that you offer
Until there's nothing left
Nothing left

[Post-Chorus 1]
Face hidden in shadow
Beneath a hood of quills
The pinions of her raiment
Conceal all her ills

[Verse 2]
Beneath her cloak of feathers
Lies a body soft and fine
Eyes of hazel green
Flowing hair as dark as wine

[Chorus 2]
A thing of beauty to remember
But a sorrow to forget
She took all that I gave her
'Til there was nothing left
Nothing left
[Post-Chorus 2]
Of owl and of raven
Of peacock and dove
Of swan and of sparrow
Woven with her love
Face hidden in shadow
Beneath a hood of quills
The pinions of her raiment
Conceal all her ills