Ballad to an Amber Lady

Crissinger-Rapp



The amber lady seated at her harpsichord in velvet

Room of eastern wonder

Gazing through the verdant window

Wrapped in arms of silk and sorrow.



Rebecca sighs and perishes beneath the harp

Leila, Leila, she loves anon

On high fields of cinder sun.



I see you drifting draped in heavy lace

Where is this place where you stand radiant ?

Your hand hides the moon

And you move with crystal grace.



Rebecca sighs and perishes beneath the harp

Leila, Leila, she loves anon

On high fields of cinder sun.



Mmmm …



Stain-glass showering, diamond morning

Soft smiling in the shining hours

Boughs of henna in your hair

Roses in your silent garden.



Rebecca sighs and perishes beneath the harp

Leila, Leila, she loves anon

On high fields of cinder sun.