They said don't walk that road after dark,
But the moonlight called, and the night was stark.
In Dominica's hills, where the wild winds play,
I caught a glimpse of a beauty astray.
She stood by the edge where the cane fields end,
Dressed in white like a lost soul's friend.
Her eyes met mine, and our souls swayed,
I stepped from the path, as if I'd been made.
A whisper on the wind, jasmine and decay,
She smiled, and I followed — no words to say.
La Diablesse, sweet as rum, (Ahh, sweet as rum)
Beauty a dream, but the night grows numb.
Follow her steps through the shadowed pines,
To places unseen by the bright daylight.
La Diablesse, she calls you near,
With a smile so soft, but intentions unclear.
I saw the Cabrits fade behind,
The river's reflection starting to unwind.
She spoke Creole soft like a lullaby,
But her words hid truths I couldn't define.
A glimpse of her foot — a cloven surprise,
The moon seemed to shiver as I realized.
The forest closed in, the trail disappeared,
Her eyes still smiled, but the warmth had cleared.
Jasmine scent turned heavy, foul,
And I knew then I was lost in her spell.
La Diablesse, sweet as rum, (Ahh, sweet as rum)
Beauty a dream, but the night grows numb.
Follow her steps through the shadowed pines,
To places unseen by the bright daylight.
La Diablesse, she calls you near,
With a smile so soft, but intentions unclear.
In the heart of the hills, where the devil may play,
She led me farther from the light of the bay.
By Rosalie River, where shadows grow tall,
I heard the old stories and understood them all.
Her laughter turned hollow and rang in the mist,
While I saw the ghosts of the men she kissed.
La Diablesse, lady in white, (lady in white)
Steals your soul in the dead of night. (dead of night)
Her hand feels soft, but her heart is cold, (so so cold)
Don't follow her steps, don't be so bold. (be so bold)
La Diablesse, she'll take you down, (take you down)
To the river's edge where no one's found. (never found)
La Diablesse, sweet as rum, (Ahh, sweet as rum)
Beauty a dream, but the night grows numb.
Follow her steps through the shadowed pines,
To places unseen by the bright daylight.
La Diablesse, she calls you near,
With a smile so soft, but intentions unclear.
Through Dominica's hills, where spirits roam free,
La Diablesse moves, and she's waiting for me.
Beware, beware… La Diablesse is near…
Step wise, step light… or she'll make you disappear.