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 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 Fm/F# Come, black satin dancer, come softly to bed. Words and music by IAN ANDERSON TRANSCRIPTION BY PACO JIMENEZ (SPAIN) ALL CORRECTIONS ARE WELCOME ARCHIVEL@teleline.es