Black Satin Dancer Lyrics
In all your giving, given is the answer.
Tearing life from limb and looking sweeter than the
brightest flower in my garden.
Begging your pardon --- shedding right unreason.
Over sensation fly the fleeting seasons.
Thin wind whispering on broken mandolin.
Bending the minutes --- the hours ever turning on 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 bed.
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Songwriter(s): Ian Scott Anderson
Publisher(s): The Ian Anderson Group Of Companies Ltd.
Record Label(s): Digital Remaster 2002 The copyright in this compilation is owned by Chrysalis Records Ltd
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