Black Acres — текст песни (Elysian Fields)

Whirlwind take me there
Where I will be his lady fair
Sheets of night hiding us
Gusts of wind riding us
I`m blown away into his hands
I`m weak and high, can barely stand
In the web of dizzy leaves
Virgins all, elude the trees
Touch me now, touch me
The black acres are claiming me
They`re claiming me
He holds me up like a babe
Pressing close I can`t behave
I need to have this little death
I`m up against his downy chest
In the web of dizzy leaves
Virgins all, elude the trees
The chill is flush with burning flesh
It`s so refined this little death
Touch me now, touch me
The black acres are claiming me
They`re claiming me
Touch me now, touch me
The black acres are claiming me
They`re claiming me
Black acres
I`m running away from home
And the wind, the wind is blowin`
And the weathervane
Its heathen song
Lulls the world
With silver tongue