Jethro Tull - Black Satin Dancer

^BbCome, let me ^Fplay with you, ^Cblack satin ^Gdan^Fcer^G. ^BbIn all your ^Fgiving, ^Cgiven is the ^Gans^Fwer^G.

^BbTearing ^Flife from limb ^Cand looking swe^Get^Fer ^{G Bb}than the ^Fbrightest fl^Cower in my ^Ggar^Fden.^{G Bb}Begging your pa^Frdon - shedd^Cing right un^Greason^F. ^{G Bb}Over sen^Fsation fly t^Che fleeting season^Gs.^{F G Am}Thin wind wh^Gispering on b^Amroken m^Bbando^Eblin. ^BbBending the ^Fminutes - the ho^Curs ever turn^Ging^F on that ^Dmold ^Cgold story of mer^Fcy. ^CDesperate b^Freathing. T^Bbongue n^Ebipple-tea^Csing. Your ^Gmfast river flow^Dming - your nor^Bbthern ^Ffire ^Cfed. Come, ^Dmblack satin ^Gmdancer, come ^Csoftly to be^Amd. ^{Am/G Am/F# F}