a refuge now in silence, in calm & much afraid
she shatters in the distance (the blueblood price is paid)
she waters all the garden yet leaves the ferry dry
she is a witche's bargain - listen to her sigh

it isn't spain or summertime, that cadence in her throat,
it's something dark & even, that grips with every note.
she's not some gypsy singer, and you won't get her to dance
but, as she's black as moonless hell, you'll long for her romance.

wrists above the table, eyes upon the floor
fire on the hearth & master at the door
run, you moonless river, run and fear no more
for, sure as heaven loves you, you'll reach the farther shore.