(Words by Bob and Jacques Levy)
I married Isis on the day of May, but I could not hold on to her long. So I cut off my hair and I rode straight for the wild unknown where I could not go wrong.
I to a high place of darkness and light. the line ran through the center of town. I hitched up my pony to a on the right, went in to a laundry to my clothes down.
A man in the corner me for a match. I knew right he was not ordinary. He said, "Are you lookin' for somethin' to catch?" I said, "I got no money." He said, "That necessary."
We set out that night for the in the North. I gave him my blanket, he me his word. I said, "Where are we goin'?" He we'd be back by the fourth. I said, "That's the news that I've ever heard."
I was about turquoise, I was thinkin' about gold, I was thinkin' diamonds and the world's biggest necklace. As we rode the canyons, through the devilish cold, I was about Isis, how she thought I was so reckless.
How she told me that one day we meet up again, and things would be different the time we wed, If I only could on and just be her friend. I can't remember all the best things she said.
We came to the all embedded in ice. he said, "There's a body I'm to find. If I carry it out bring a good price." 'twas then that I what he had on his mind.
The wind it was howlin' and the was outrageous. we through the night and we chopped through the dawn. he died I was hopin' that it wasn't contagious, but I made up my mind I had to go on.
I into the tomb, but the casket was empty. there was no jewels, no nothin', I felt I'd had. I saw that my partner was just bein' friendly, when I took up his offer I must-a mad.
I picked up his body and I him inside, him down in the hole and I put back the cover. I said a quick prayer but I felt dead then I rode back to find Isis to tell her I love her, to tell her
She was in the meadow where the creek used to rise. blinded by sleep and in of a bed, I came in the East with the sun in my eyes. I cursed her one then I rode on ahead.
She said, "Where ya been?" I said, "No special." she said, "You different." I said, "Well, not quite." She said, "You been gone." I said, "That's natural." she said, "You stay?" I said, "Yeah, I jes might."
Isis, oh, Isis, you child. what me to you is what drives me insane. I still can the way that you smiled on the day of May in the drizzlin' rain.