She comes gently, leans before me.
Shines her smile of peacock plumes.
A snug mock-turtle salt and pepper dance around the room.
She's leaving traces of the days when she was queen.
She reigned, that's the way she'll always be.

Isn't it remarkable, her majesty remains. That's the way she'll always be. When she reigns, she rains.

She goes softly, trails her apricot breeze around the spiral staircase.
She's been making plans, plans to visit Spain. I think she's only making contact with the throne. When she was Queen she reigned that's the way she'll always be.

When she rains, streets are clean, hills drink from her evergreen. She's the royal hostess, holy ghostess