Lyrics Black Satin Dancer - 2002 Remastered Version - 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
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.
Black
Satin
Dancer,
given
is
the
answer.
Tearing
life
from
limb
and
looking
sweeter
than
the
brightest
flower
in
my
Garden.
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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