The cat sleeps in the red chair   My lover combs her jet black hair   There's mystery in a way of walking   It's witching hour no need to talk      And there are diamonds in our bed   I put your hands about my head   My lover worships the sun   Her body is the amazon      My lover is of royal birth   My lover smells of the good earth      I give my love my life to wear   I taste my life in that black hair   At three o'clock it's time to say   Rest you love till break of day   Rest you love till break of day      Though I won't phone nor will I write   I wish you happiness tonight   I thank you for this witching hour   I give you love, I give you power      I run my fingers through your soul   I know my love you make me whole   Forgive me if I say too much   I am in love with absent touch