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