When the shrill winds are screaming
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And the evening is still
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Lady Samantha glides over the hill
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In a long satin dress that she wears every day
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Her home is the hillside, her bed is the grave
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Lady Samantha glides like a tiger
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Over the hills with no one beside her
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No one comes near
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They all live in fear
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But Lady Samantha, she sheds only tears
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The tales that I told round the fire every night
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Are out of proportion and none of them right
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She is harmless and empty of anything bad
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For she once had something that most of you have
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Lady Samantha (Bonus Track)
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| Elton John |
