Diana in her dreams
Every night when the clock strikes twelve
A voice of devotion
Fills Diana so completely
With strange emotion.
Diana in her dreams,
Bend a silver bow upon the medal's low.
Diana in her dreams
And then a silver bow.
Na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na,
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah.
What is your rights a mean-black horse
In that defence of this fang.
Till the morning breaks she is
Surrounded by a horse attends.
Diana in her dreams
Bend a silver bow upon the medal's low.
Diana in her dreams
And then a silver bow.
Na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na,
Ah-ah, na, na, na.
Every night when the clock strikes twelve
A voice of devotion
Fills Diana so completely
With strange emotion.
Diana in her dreams,
Bend a silver bow upon the medal's low.
Diana in her dreams
And then a silver bow.
Na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na,
Ah-ah, na, na, na.
Autor(es): Robbie Van Leeuwen
