Christmas And The Beads Of Sweat 

Where is your woman?

Gone to Spanish Harlem?

Gone to buy you pastels?



Where is your woman?

Gone to Spanish Harlem?

Gone to buy you books and bells

Beneath Indian summer?



Take my hand now

There is a land now

In the treasure of love.



Jade and coral

Perfume from Siam

In the treasure of love.



To your fingertips

To the summer sunset

In the treasure of love

In the treasure of love, in the treasure of love.



Light the night

Oh, light the night

Come my way

Light the night.



Come to me baby

You got the look that I adore, that I understand

My pretty medicine man

My pretty medicine man

Got pretty medicine in his head

For you I bear down

Soft and burning

In the treasure of love

In the treasure of love

In the treasure of love, love.



Where is your woman?

Gone to Spanish Harlem?

Gone to buy you pastels?