The Sword - Cloak Of Feathers lyrics

She wore a cloak of feathers And rode a mare of purest white A silver chalice in her hand A look of sadness in her eyes A thing of beauty to behold But a sorrow to possess She'll take all that you offer Until there's nothing left Nothing left Face hidden in shadow Beneath a hood of quills The pinions of her raiment Conceal all her ills Beneath her cloak of feathers Lies a body soft and fine Eyes of hazel green Flowing hair as dark as wine A thing of beauty to remember But a sorrow to forget She took all that I gave her Till there was nothing left Nothing left Of owl and of raven Of peaco*k and dove Of swan and of sparrow Woven with her love Face hidden in shadow Beneath a hood of quills The pinions of her raiment Conceal all her ills