Certain Lady

There's a certain lady, you thought you knew her well
But you find she adds surprises when you look
Has that certain culture, a feeling oh so bold, that comes at you like moon-beams off a hook
She can tell you coloured stories, that are bound to move your soul
And dances though the wind blew in her boots
She can make sweet love and talk right back
And look you in the eye, and leave you like a tree that has no roots

Well she's a princess dressed in ermine, though it hangs off her shreds
And she'll sit and think of things just to give
Talks to you when moods have died in those long forgotten chords
That echoed from the throat of Noah's dove
And she tells you coloured stories, from the instinct of her soul
And dances though the wind blew in her boots
She can make sweet love and talk right back, and look you in the eye
And leave you like a tree that has no roots

She'd love to give you children when the right time comes to tell
And you'd be surprised all the way they look
Seals and reefs and feels and kisses, every little touch

As though she held the answers in a book
And she'll tell you coloured stories that are bound to move your soul
And dances though the wind blew in her boots
She can make sweet love and talk right back and look you in the eye
And leave you like a tree that has no roots