The man in black
Oh dressed in black
His sword hilt at his side
Rides ever on
Towards the town
Ever on he rides
The woman perched
Just like a bird
Upon her moonlit window sill
Hums softly on
Each note a song
Towards the sky that's still
The night so warm
Drifts gently on
A fan in every room
Spins softly on
Each spin so long
The heat yet still will loom
The man arrives
Into the town
In search of his true love
Looks dreamily on
Awaiting the dawn
A note inside his glove
He finds his love
On a window sill
Combing her long black hair
She 's combing on
Her hair so long
It drifts upon the air
She looks way down
Into her town
And sees her black dressed man
Gazes longingly on
Still humming a song
He reaches up as far as he can
Waves of her perfume
Drift gently down
Into the mans dark face
Drift gently down
Off of her crown
And her nightgown of lace
He takes her hands
This man in black
And pulls her to his horse
Forgetting the dawn
She hums gently on
Knowing no remorse
They ride to hills
Ride gently ride
The man and his princess
The town is gone
As they ride on
In search of trees; the best
They sit and hold
Each others hands
With the curtain of leaves drawn
They hold hands on
Even past foregone
And wait in the dark till the beautiful dawn
