The Iron Maiden Lyrics - Barclay James Harvest

She walks on through the night 

Her circumstances slight 

Are only helping her to fail 

And though she feels she's right 

She tries with all her might 

And makes the deepest peril pale 

Oh, but she is unreal 

Oh, but she doesn't feel 

Oh, but she is unreal 

She chooses who to love 

And then unlike a dove 

She takes the laughter from their smile 

She wears a velvet glove 

Her friends may find it rough 

It is a gauntlet all the while 

Oh, but she is unreal 

Oh, but she doesn't feel 

Oh, but she is unreal