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

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

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

Then 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

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