Holy Bible Quest Part 1

Its a story told in picture stills
A story no one knows
Of a little princess walking tip toed through mile high snow
She looked just like her mother
That's what the onlookers all said
Utterly foolish and crooked but it was all the same to her
There words she couldn't take the time to hear
For she was on this quest
Walking tip toed through mile high snow
As the roosters no longer crowed
She tried for days to brave the weather
She always made it as far as she intended
And always made it back again just the same.
Under her arms she held some books
Stories her father told her, she never read them
It was said, because the princess couldn't read
In fact this was a truth,
Not commonly known by all,
She would make up her own words to the stories
And on its cover it read "Holy Bible"
And what she produced was gospel
The answers they told her were all in this book
They gathered around her and warned,
But she knew nothing of damnation or brimstone
Of salt people, or giant men,
Of blessed hair, or water to wine,
She only knew what she had imagined,
and its true she was just like her mother
All carefree and wild too,
But she had a gentle heart.