Joe Purdy - Isobel and the King Lyrics
There's a lady, Spanish roses in her hairAnd they cover the crown of thorns she wearsAnd the blood from her lips as she singsDo it all for the glory of theeAnd they carry her down, down, downDown in the cold, cold, groundBy the river she used to prayForever now she will waitFor the king to comeAnd the boys who would crave her perfect skinAnd she burned herself, she thought it would please himAnd the iron chain spiked around her waistAnd the poison that she used to hide her faceAnd they carry her down, down, downDown in the cold, cold, groundBy the river she used to prayForever now she will waitFor the king to comeAnd she made a bed of broken glass and stoneShe slept at night to prove the faith was strongAnd when her broken body finally gaveThere grew Spanish roses by her graveAnd they carry her down, down, downDown in the cold, cold, groundBy the river she used to prayForever now she will waitFor the king to come