Twilight turns to evening   Evening turns to morning   Laura doesn't heed them   Doesn't hear their warning      Laura, never will she marry   Born to wander till she dies   Life for her is just a misty blur   She needs no home, her shelter is the sky      Echoes from her bedroom   Is she laughing, is she crying   None will know the answer   On her cheeks the tears are drying      Laura, she's a thing of beauty   Beauty loves her most of all   Some fine day when she is old and gray   She'll rest in peace behind her garden walls      Laura...