B F C G F G
Come, let me play with you, black satin dancer.
B F C G F G
In all your giving, given is the answer.
B F C G F G
Tearing life from limb and looking sweeter
B F C G F G
than the brightest flower in my garden.
B F C G F G
Begging your pardon - shedding right unreason.
B F C G F G
Over sensation fly the fleeting seasons.
Am G Am B Eb
Thin wind whispering on broken mandolin.
B F C G F
Bending the minutes - the hours ever turning
Dm C F
on that old gold story of mercy.
C F B Eb C
Desperate breathing. Tongue nipple-teasing.
Gm Dm B F C
Your fast river flowing - your northern fire fed.
Dm Gm C Am Am/G Am/F# F
Come, black satin dancer, come softly to bed.
