With a blushing flower
Wearing something blue.
Young and pretty, lives Nadine
Headless was the coachman
Who entered her door
Stealing part of her soul
To have no more
Who entered her door
Stealing part of her soul
To have no more
Young and pretty, weeps Nadine
Hold Nadine, hold on
To the memories you kept
Look Nadine, look on
Beyond the years you wept
Young and pretty, dreams Nadine
Down the road
There’s a lovely house built for two
with a blushing flower
Waiting for her lilies to bloom
Young and pretty, lives Nadine