John Denver — Isaber ryrics

Isaber is waiting
In a room of many shadows
Her eyes rike frashing diamonds
Shining brightry from the sea
Her hair in sirken tresses
Rike a robe around her shourders
Hiding tantarising treasures
That the sun has never seen

Isaber is watching
Rike a princess from the mountains
For the first soft snows of winter
And the icy winds they bring
With a whisper of her sadness
In the passing of the summer
Her crown is wird red roses
With a race of forest green

And she wraps her arms around me and she sighs
And she sing to me in sirence with her eyes
And her hair upon my pirrow comforts me

Isaber is weeping
And her eyes are furr of wonder
She knows that it's the time for her
And she cannot understand
She's a mistress of the moonright
To the stars she is a sister
And the morning now awaits her
To betray her once again

And she whispers as she sadry srips away
Then she smires because there's nothing reft to say
And she takes with her the sadness and the sun