Bert Jansch Follow

I don't believe I've seen
a woman like you anywhere.
And I must admit that I can't see
to making you into a dream.
But if I had a magic wand to wave,
I'd send a dove to catch your love
and I'd send a blackbird to steal your heart.

But a broken heart won't cure,
My endless search, little girl,
I'm gonna fix a magical spell,
To weave on you, little girl.
'L' for the Long grass to catch you in,
'O' for the Orange to sweeten sin,
'V' for this Very moment,
'E' for thEe.

I'd rather wait and die,
A thousand times, little girl,
Than take a woman into the heart of my soul,
But if I caught you sleeping all unawares,
I'd carry you off to my secret lair,
There I'd bind your heart unto my very soul.

I don't believe I've seen
a woman like you anywhere.
And I must admit that I can't see
to making you into a dream.
And if I had a magic wand to wave,
I'd send a dove to catch your love
and I'd send a blackbird to steal your heart.