Arlo Guthrie - Darkest hour

^CIt's the tenth of January And I ^Fstill ain't ^Ghad no ^Amsleep ^CShe comes waltzing in the ^Fnighttime Made of ^Gwings She is ^Cdressed up like a bandit With a ^Fhundred ^Gsparkling ^Amrings ^CLooking for my ^Fcompany to ^Gkeep ^FComing closer ^Gto me She ^Cdoesn't say a ^Fword In the ^Fshadow of the carved rock ^Gtower Where the ^Csounds of the night Were the ^Fonly ^Gthings we ^Amheard ^FIn my ^Gdarkest ^Chour

^CShe don't want to hear no secrets She would ^Fguaran^Gtee me ^Amthat She ^Cknows there ain't no ^Fwords That can ^Gdescribe her With her ^Cwhite silk scarves And her ^Fblack ^GSpanish ^Amhat She ^Cknows there ain't no ^Fway I can ^Gdeny her Yes her ^Fblue velvet ^Gperfume ^CFilling up the ^Fnight The ^Fguards are all asleep that watch the ^Gtower The ^Cmoonlight held her breast As she ^Feasil^Gy un^Amdressed ^FIn my ^Gdarkest ^Chour

^CHer father's in his chambers with his ^Ffriends all ^Ggathered ^Am'round They are ^Cplotting their ^Fenemy's ^Gdemise With their ^Clast detail done They ^Fawait the ^Gcoming ^Amsun While ^CI am staring ^Fin my lover's ^Geyes Her ^Fbrothers and her ^Gsisters Are all ^Cthrough for ^Ftonight ^FPretending that they've just come into ^Gpower But ^Cshe far most of all knows that ^Fthey can ^Gonly ^Amfall ^FIn my ^Gdarkest ^Chour

^CHungry wings, their melodies While my ^Flove aw^Gakens ^Amme In the ^Cmidst of the ^Fsunburst first ^Glight Her hands are ^Cholding up the skies As I ^Fhid my ^Gopened ^Ameyes Every ^Cmove just for her^Fself And that's so ^Gright Soon I ^Fwent along my ^Gway With no ^Cwords that could ^Fexplain As ^Fshe began descending to the ^Gtower Her ^Csafety now concerns me Her ^Fcircum^Gstance to ^Amblame ^FIn my ^Gdarkest ^Chour