My lover comes to mli She tells me she comes from my mother the mountain And her skin fits her tightly and her lips do not lie She silently slips from her throat a medallion Slowly she twirls in front of my eyes I watch her, I love her, I long for to touch her The satin she's wearin' is shimmerin' blue Outside my window her ladies are sleepin' My dogs have gone huntin', their howlin' is through So I reach for her hand and her eyes turn to poison And her hair turns to splinters, and her fles (azchords.com)
