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