Like a wraith she ambles aimlesslyThrough the mists along the shoreShe wraps the foggy night around herLike a warming shawlAnd leaves wildflowers at my doorShe comes to me when she needs companyAnd weaves her web around my soulShe comes to me to free those wild,Burning, passion firesThat she cannot controlAnd by the morning light I knowThat she’ll be goneAnd then the lonely hours beginAnd all she leaves behindTo find her in the dawnAre whispers in the windAnd in the flicker of the candlelightShe takes comfort in my touchAnd then she pulls away and leavesBefore the candles dieOr before she feels too muchAnd by the morning light I knowThat she’ll be goneAnd then the lonely hours beginAnd all she leaves behindTo find her in the dawnAre whispers in the wind