Black Satin Dancer

	  		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.