Should night come, should signs appear
A doll of magic spell, three fine needles
I wear robes of grey of those
Who know this dance
It is like a breath, a sigh
When day comes I'm gone
And the evil blazes in my soul
Blazes in my heart
Without any flame
The sign of cross, traces on the sand
The figures that talk to me
The Queen, Jack and King
Cards drawn, life's on scroll
Café au lait, cotton wool and thread
I know white magic and
What's brewing right now
I have a lover, created out of naught,
Out of wax and charcoal, in secret
And the evil blazes in my soul
Blazes in my heart
Without any flame
The sign of cross, traces on the sand
The figures that talk to me
The Queen, Jack and King