Tom: A
A D A E
Her body is as liquid and as perfect as a wave
A D A E
As tender and as vicious as a bird that I once saved
D A
But if I touch her she won't feel it
D A
And what I tell her she won't hear
D A
And if she loves me she'll conceal it
E A
And she'll cry if I come near
CHORUS
D A
It takes patience to walk
E A
And spirit to run
E A E
But nothing to pity yourself
A
But it's dangerous fun
A D
Rich harvest of the grape and grain
A E
I taste my lovers mouth
A D
She smells of the evening rain
A E
And the breezes from the south
D A
But if I face her she won't know me
D A
And if I weaken she won't wait
D A
And she knows magic that she won't show me
E A
And if love comes it will come too late
