Ev'ry 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 attend.
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.
Ev'ry 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.
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