The Man in Black

The man in black
Oh dressed in black
His sword hilt at his side
Rides ever on
Towards the town
Ever on he rides

The woman perched
Just like a bird
Upon her moonlit window sill
Hums softly on
Each note a song
Towards the sky that's still

The night so warm
Drifts gently on
A fan in every room
Spins softly on
Each spin so long
The heat yet still will loom

The man arrives
Into the town
In search of his true love
Looks dreamily on
Awaiting the dawn
A note inside his glove

He finds his love
On a window sill
Combing her long black hair
She 's combing on
Her hair so long
It drifts upon the air

She looks way down
Into her town
And sees her black dressed man
Gazes longingly on
Still humming a song
He reaches up as far as he can

Waves of her perfume
Drift gently down
Into the mans dark face
Drift gently down
Off of her crown
And her nightgown of lace

He takes her hands
This man in black
And pulls her to his horse
Forgetting the dawn
She hums gently on
Knowing no remorse

They ride to hills
Ride gently ride
The man and his princess
The town is gone
As they ride on
In search of trees; the best

They sit and hold
Each others hands
With the curtain of leaves drawn
They hold hands on
Even past foregone
And wait in the dark till the beautiful dawn


PART TWO


The two in the dark
Sit calmly on
The night adrift with heat
Sit calmly on
Their lives forgone
Lost in perfume and heat

The man in black
Takes off his mask
To give her one last kiss
Before she’s gone
Into the dawn
For her he shall always miss

They ride away
Back to the town
To the tower of the princess
Ride quietly on
Racing the dawn
Dark becoming less and less

He leaves her there
Outside her castle
Gives her one last kiss on the hand
Kisses her softly on
The kiss so long
Puts back on her finger a gold band

She looks out on
The world below
And at her lovely country
As he rides on
Towards the dawn
And past a Banyan tree

She climbs the vine
Up to her tower
And into her stifling room
She still humming a song
That goes for so long
Brushing her hair full of perfume

On a chair someone sat
Someone she knew so well
Her fiancé sitting there
He stares on
She stops humming her song
And brushing her long black hair

They speak of arrangements
Of wedding plans
They talk of the country too
They talk for so long
That along comes the dawn
And then her betrothed says adieu

The princess sits
And thinks
So long she thinks and sits there
She thinks thoughtfully on
In the warm summer dawn
Combing her long black hair

She knows whom she loves
And she knows whom she will marry
And it doesn’t bother ne’er
She knows what will go on
As she thinks on and on
Combing her long black hair.