O the sky grey orange 
An the walls stained blue 
An I laid right down on the golden satin with you 
Into sween dark circles of beautiful eyes 
I go round 
O lord 
I go round 
Will you tell me once again 
Cream white skin 
You are my friend 
I seen you walkin' and your white hips sway 
O girl I will have you no more 
To the moan in your voice 
Not a charm do you lack 
Your skin to touch as a black ravens back 
But I cannot go far with these words as they rhyme 
As to tell, of the pleasure, your hand in mine 
An I pray as I say this song in this way 
That your eyes they would close an your head begin to sway 
An you'll feel how he heals with his blood on our skin 
I am yours lady scrawled an thin 
Will you tell me once again 
Cream white skin 
You are my friend 
I seen you walkin' in your husband's way 
Girl I will have you more