She was swept away on that stormy day
on a maiden ship she did board/dressed up in her finest clothes
and finest pearls
she had put her hair up the night before
to create her lovely curls
yes, she had promised to meet her lover
on a sunny New York day
instead she ended up swept away...
swallowed up in a stormy sea
it happened in the month of May...
Her name was Eloise, and she was like a breeze
of red roses, and that of wine...
when she spoke her words they were never terse
but always sweet, and always kind--
when she would walk on past
the gentlemen would gasp
at such grace n' beauty that she did display
they would scramble to tip their hats
trying to take in all her beauty
something to hold onto/something to make it last
Eloise was swept away on a stormy rainy day
she promised to meet her lover
on a sunny New York day
instead her lover waited every day for Eloise
to show up in the month of May.