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