Midnight in her room. There was music and incense and mirrors all round. By the light of the moon. Her silver dress slipped to the ground. Then she knelt like St Joan. And invisible armies attended her there. And her knife brightly shone. As she cut off her long silken hair. Trapped I suppose. Lied for my sake. Crushed like the rose. That somebody picked by mistake. Oh I knew it would come. I knew she would leave me for some better start. Oh I knew it would come. She was too well rehearsed in her part. And I measured my life. And my heart fairly broke with the sorrow and care. As she took down the knife. And she cut off her long silken hair. Oh there's some who believe. Oh there's some who believe there are reasons to lie. And there's some who deceive. And the truth is right there in their eyes. Oh but I don't see why. In all of my life I've seen nothing so fair. And I don't see why. She cut off her long silken hair. I don't see why. I don't see why