When the cold wind's screaming and the evening is stillLady Samantha glides over the hillIn a long satin dress that she wears every dayHer home is the hillside, her bed is the graveLady Samantha glides like a tiger over the hillWith no one beside her, no one comes nearThey all live in fearLady Samantha, she sheds holy tearsTales that are told round the fire every nightAre out of proportion and none of it rightShe's harmless and empty of anything badShe once had something that most of you hadLady Samantha glides over the hillWith no one beside her, no one comes nearThey all live in fearLady Samantha, she sheds holy tearsShe sheds holy tearsLady SamanthaGlides like a tigerOver the hillWith no one beside herNo one goes nearThey all live in fearLady SamanthaShe sheds onlyLady SamanthaShe sheds onlyShe sheds only tearsShe sheds only tears