She had a beautiful, bitter face.
She dressed in diamonds and ebony lace.
Her flesh was white as an egret´s plume,
And nobody knew from where she´d come.
But she died in the sand with a doll
In her hand – Devil Doll,
And the wind went away with her soul.
She strutted the streets in scarlet shoes,
And where she´d come from nobody knows -
But her hair was black as crow´s feather,
And she wore no coat in winter weather.
In the waiting weeds she lies at rest,
And no man near, nor any beast,
But a Devil Doll against her breast.
A demon´s look, yet eyes of a child,
She sang as she waked, but never smiled,
And the townsmen stood to watch her pass
From pavement and to river grass,
Where she died in the sand with a doll
In her hand – Devil Doll,
And the wind went away with her soul.
