Black Satin Dancer

capo 3

G              D             A          E       D E
Come, let me play with you, black satin dancer.

G              D      A                 E D E
In all your giving, given is the answer.

G        D        A                 E       D E
Tearing life from limb and looking sweeter
G        D        A             E     D E
than the brightest flower in my garden.
G             D        A                 E     D E
Begging your pardon --- shedding right unreason.
G        D        A              E     D E
Over sensation fly the fleeting seasons.
F#m        E             F#m    G     C
Thin wind whispering on broken mandolin.
G          D              A            E   D
Bending the minutes --- the hours ever turning
        Bm   A             D
on that old gold story of mercy.
A         D          G          C    A
Desperate breathing. Tongue nipple-teasing.
      Em           Bm               G      D      A
Your fast river flowing --- your northern fire fed.
       Bm          Em           A        F#m F#m/E F#m/D# F#m/D
Come, black satin dancer, come softly to bed.

Words and music by  IAN ANDERSON


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