My Lady Lo-Fu sits in a golden hall,
Wondrous with myriad lights and flick'ring shades,
And ere she plaits her gleaming onyx hair
She softly sings a plaintive, poignant song
That flutters like a flute song through the hall.

And ere she sings the Lady Lo-Fu's eyes
Dance with a hidden flame - gently she sighs.
Oh, lovely Lady Lo-Fu, through all the years
The memory of you lingers with me still,
Even as does your plaintive, poignant song
That flutters like a flute song through my heart.