The beautiful Elisabeth Dachs by her feet and spirits rising high A falcon and the whitest dove With St. Martin's luck And a taste for courtly love One minute more She said, and asked Isn't it strange that even death Wears a mask. If it's to go where young hearts break Then I'm too old And I've made too many mistakes The beautiful Elisabeth Dachs by her feet and spirits rising high With secrets not to be revealed You have my word They wear the wind's golden seal
