Come with me, through the twilight hour
While the moist dew, flows like teardrops
On every dark rose, and sweet flower
Come take my hand, to the mountain tops

The purple fog will weave a web of lust
You will be mine, until tomorrow
When the kiss of dew, is upon the earths crust
Then my love for you, will turn to sorrow

You will then leave, and go your way
But just maybe we, will meet again
My lonesome tears, will flow into the bay
Down the mountain tops, until then

As long as the moon, guides the dark shadows
I will weave our web of love, like a black widow

Author:

NKZ/NCZ