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 frome 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 its 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