The King of China's Daughter - Natalie Merchant

The king of China's daughter

So beautiful to see

With her face like yellow water

Left her nutmeg tree

Her little rope for skipping

She kissed and gave it me

Made of painted notes of singing-birds

Among the fields of tea

I skipped across the nutmeg grove

I skipped across the sea;

But neither sun nor moon my dear

Has yet caught me