Sunday under an ebony sky
I met you I don’t know why
Monday was an ebony jewel
Timid was I. You were fiery cool
Tuesday I wore an ebony dress
You drawled, “Darling, I must confess…”
Wednesday in the wind’s ebony embrace
Your eyes glowed darker than your face
Thursday you called me an ebony doll
Too short in sight, too far to fall
Friday you gave me an ebony kiss
I tingled and shuddered—you would be missed
Saturday standing by that ebony door
You smiled. I stared at the floor.
Sunday under an ebony sky
I saw you leave I don’t know why
So I asked myself why...
