Scrawled in Sap

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