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.
 

Words and music by  IAN ANDERSON

TRANSCRIPTION BY PACO JIMENEZ (SPAIN)

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