The Sun Maiden sets early today
An auburn beauty reluctant to show her face
The day is young, so scarsley noon,
Why, darling, must you fade so soon?

She finds her comfort in twilight's veil
Staring sadly upon her fraying kingdom
The withering rose, the waning moon
Why must beauties fall so soon?

So softly she fades
Into the premature night
Her burning eye and scarlet lip
Will dull to a lifeless grey

She will rise from her dust
And become the moon
My beautiful maiden, Why must you fade so soon?