And in my bed  my lover  her hair was midnight black
 And all her mystery dwelled within her black hair
 And her black hair framed a happy heart shaped face
 And heavy hooded eyes inside her black hair
 Shined at me from the depths of her hair of deepest black
 While my fingers pushed into her straight black hair
 Pulling her black hair back from her happy heart-shaped face
 To kiss her milk-white throat, a dark curtain of black hair
 Smothered me, my lover with her beautiful black hair
 The smell of it is heavy. It is charged with life
 On my fingers the smell of her deep black hair
 Full of all my whispered words, her black hair
 And wet with tears and good-byes, her hair of deepest black
 All my tears cried against her milk-white throat
 Hidden behind the curtain of her beautiful black hair
 As deep as ink and black, black as the deepest sea
 The smell of her black hair upon my pillow
 Where her head and all its black hair did rest
 Today she took a train to the West
 Today she took a train to the West
 Today she took a train to the West