Lyrics - Black Satin Dancer by Jethro Tull

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 mygarden.
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 ofmercy.
Desperate breathing.
Tongue nipple-teasing.
Your fast river flowing - your
Northern fire fed.
Come,
Black
Satin
Dancer, come softly to bed.
Black
Satin
Dancer, given is the answer.
Tearing life from limb and looking sweeter than the brightest flower in mygarden.
Come, let me play with you;
Come,
Black
Satin
Dancer.
In all your giving, given is the answer.
Your fast river flowing - your
Northern fire fed.
Come,
Black
Satin
Dancer, come softly to bed.

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