Black Satin Dancer

Come, let me play with you, black satin dancer

In all your giving, given is the answer

Tearing life from limb and looking sweeter

Than the brightest flower in my gardenBegging your pardon, shedding right unreason

Over sensation, fly the fleeting seasons

Thin wind whispering on broken mandolin

Bending the minutes, the hours ever turningOn that old gold story of mercy

Desperate breathing, tongue, nipple teasing

Your fast river flowing, your Northern fire fed

Come, black satin dancer, come softly to bedBlack satin dancer, given is the answer

Tearing life from limb and looking sweeter

Than the brightest flower in my garden