Well, she stands all alone with her sorrow
Like a bird that's afraid to sing
She lives for the pain tomorrow will bring

Will she call if she starts to fall or will she silent go?

Well, her scarlet jasmine is tucked away
'Neath her vest of purest gold
And her eyes can't hardly help but say I'm cold

Will she call if she starts to fall or will she silent go?

Well, the winds that howl behind her face
Through the falsehoods in her mind
Ain't strong enough to leave her lace behind

Well, her shelter starts to tremble
As it holds her mind away
From the golden flashin' cymbals that say

Will she call if she starts to fall or will she silent go?

When a virgin mistress again she comes
Now no longer is she free
To play upon her gypsy drums for me
Will she call if she starts to fall or will she silent go?
Will she call when she starts to fall or will she silent go?