Black Eagle Lady

Lady's walking down South Seale Road,
I hope she get there soon.
Lady's walking down South Seale Road,
I hope she get there soon.
She sees the flashing dollar signs,
under a pale green moon.
Blame it on silk sheets and a silver blanket,
or a valentine I did not buy.
Blame it on silk sheets or a silver blanket,
or a valentine I did not buy.
I don't know her touch,
and I still don't know why.
Her hair, black as a crow,
be careful, though, stones she throws.
Her hair, black as a crow,
be careful, though, stones she throws.
Teeth like a timberworlf, that's me,
spirit of the eagle, she's free.
Ev'ry little word you speak,
my good sweet friend.
Ev'ry little word you speak,
my good sweet friend.
It comes straight through from your mind to mine,
clear across that dirty river.
Lady's walking down South Seale Road,
I hope she get there soon. Lady's walking down South Seale Road,
I hope she get there soon.
She sees flashing dollar signs,
underneath a pale green moon.
-Will Dockery