| C | Am | |
| It's the tenth of Janu | ary |
| F | Am | |
| And I | still ain't had no | sleep |
| F | F | |
| She comes w | aItzing in the nighttime |
| G | |
| Made of | wings |
| C | Am | |
| She is dressed up like a | bandit |
| F | Am | |
| With a | hundred sparkling | rings |
| F | F | G | |
| Looking f | or my company to k | eep |
| F | |
| Coming closer to me |
| G | C | |
| She d | oesn't say a w | ord |
| F | G | |
| In the | shadow of the carved rock | tower |
| C | Am | |
| Where the sounds of the | night |
| F | Am | |
| Were the only things we | heard |
| F | G | C | |
| In my | darkest | hour |
| She don't want to hear no secrets |
| She would guarantee me that |
| She knows there ain't no words |
| That can describe her |
| With her white silk scarves |
| And her black Spanish hat |
| She knows there ain't no way I can deny her |
| Yes her blue velvet perfume |
| Filling up the night |
| The guards are all asleep |
| That watch the tower |
| The moon light held her breast |
| As she easily undressed |
| In my darkest hour |
| Her father's in his chambers with his |
| Friends all gathered 'round |
| They are plotting their enemy's demise |
| With their last detail done |
| They await the coming sun |
| While I am staring in my lover's eyes |
| Her brothers and her sisters |
| Are all through for tonight |
| Pretending that they've just |
| Come into power |
| But she far most of all, knows that they |
| Can only fall |
| In my darkest hour |
| Hungry wings; their melodies |
| While my love awakens me |
| In the midst of the sunburst first light |
| Her hands are holding up the skies |
| As I hid my opened eyes |
| Every move just for herself |
| And that's so right |
| Soon I went along my way |
| With no words that could explain |
| As she began descending to the tower |
| Her safety now concerns me |
| Her circumstance to blame |
| In my darkest hour |
| As someone here said before : |
| "Corrections, improvements, suggestions, further questions, lessons, |
| comments, compliments, condolences, greetings, wishes of luck for my |
| upcoming, random thoughts, whatever--all welcome" |
| gil.bates@wanadoo.fr |