Last night my kisses were banked in black hair   And in my bed, my lover, her hair was midnight black   And all her mystery dwelled within her black hair   And her black hair framed a happy heart-shaped face      And heavy-hooded eyes inside her black hair   Shined at me from the depths of her hair of deepest black   While my fingers pushed into her straight black hair   Pulling her black hair back from her happy heart-shaped face      To kiss her milk-white throat, a dark curtain of black hair   Smothered me, my lover with her beautiful black hair   The smell of it is heavy. it is charged with life   On my fingers the smell of her deep black hair      Full of all my whispered words, her black hair   And wet with tears and good-byes, her hair of deepest black   All my tears cried against her milk-white throat   Hidden behind the curtain of her beautiful black hair      As deep as ink and black, black as the deepest sea   The smell of her black hair upon my pillow   Where her head and all it's black hair did rest   Today she took a train to the west   Today she took a train to the west   Today she took a train to the west