the lady wore black

on a lonely walk this morning, a light mist in the air, dark clouds laughing at me in silence, casting shadows through my hair, in the distance i saw a woman, dressed in black with eyes of grey, she wore her pain like a shackled spirit, eternal life was her debt to pay, the lady wore black, it's the sign of the prisoners lives, the lady wore black, see the years through the tears in her eyes, the lady wore black, her mystic power calls to me, the lady wore black, her love can set me free, the wind song whispered a warning, telling me to beware, of the quiet shadowed woman, and of the sadness i would share, we sat for sometime together in silence, never speaking in words, of all her thoughts she spoke with her eyes, and i listened remembering all i heard, the lady wore black, it's the sign of the prisoners lives, the lady wore black, see the years through the tears in her eyes, the lady wore black, her mystic power calls to me, the lady wore black, her love can set me free, the words she spoke were of forgotten lives, and of all knowledge gained, mem'ries i had and didn't know why, with a smile she explained, i should have listened to the wind's cold warning, and walked the other way, i touched her soul and now i bear her sentence, but for her love i'll gladly pay, the lady wore black, it's the sign of the prisoners lives, the lady wore black, see the years through the tears in her eyes, the lady wore black, her mystic power calls to me, the lady wore black, her love can set me free