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.