The Lady of the Mountains

On the Grimney mountain range

Lives someone else so very strange

A beautiful maiden dressed in white

With curling hair that changes in the light

 From blue and green to gold and red

What the real colour is cannot be said

And who she is we will never know

Because as soon as you speak she begins to go

Floating up the mountain face

Soon to vanish without a trace…. 

The lady of the mountains

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