Last night my kisses were banked in black hair

And in my bed, my lover, her hair was midnight black

And all her mystery dwelled within her black hair

And her black hair framed a happy heart-shaped face



And heavy-hooded eyes inside her black hair

Shined at me frome the depths of her hair of deepest black

While my fingers pushed into her straight black hair

Pulling her black hair back from her happy heart-shaped face



To kiss her milk-white throat, a dark curtain of black hair

Smothered me, my lover with her beautiful black hair

The smell of it is heavy. It is charged with life

On my fingers the smell of her deep black hair



Full of all my whispered words, her black hair

And wet with tears and good-byes, her hair of deepest black

All my tears cried against her milk-white throat

Hidden behind the curtain of her beautiful black hair



As deep as ink and black, black as the deepest sea

The smell of her black hair upon my pillow

Where her head and all its black hair did rest

Today she took a train to the West

Today she took a train to the West

Today she took a train to the West