Scrawled in sap

O the sky grey orange
An the walls stained blue
An I laid right down on golden satin with you
Into sweet 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 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 husbands way
Girl I will have you more