Joe Purdy - Isabel and the King lyrics

There's a lady, Spanish roses in her hair And they cover the crown of thorns she wears And the blood from her lips as she sings Do it all for the glory of thee And they carry her down, down, down Down in the cold, cold, ground By the river she used to pray Forever now she will wait For the king to come And the boys who would crave her perfect skin And she burned herself, she thought it would please him And the iron chain spiked around her waist And the poison that she used to hide her face And they carry her down, down, down Down in the cold, cold, ground By the river she used to pray Forever now she will wait For the king to come And she made a bed of broken gla** and stone She slept at night to prove the faith was strong And when her broken body finally gave There grew Spanish roses by her grave And they carry her down, down, down Down in the cold, cold, ground By the river she used to pray Forever now she will wait For the king to come