Rare Lightning

You’re shaking me like a wanton
Breeze on the dusky river,
I’m like a stormy sea
When you look at me with the eyes of a lover!
There’s gold in your eyes
Like the riches of the sun,
Like a sweetly falling dew on
A Sirocco noon you slake this heart of mine.
Like a cool, frosty morning you clear my head,
I feel alive again!
I’m like a stormy sea when you look at me
With the eyes of a lover
You’re shaking me like
A wanton breeze on the dusky river,
I’m like a stormy sea
When you look at me with the eyes of a lover!
Like a sweetly falling dew on
A Sirocco noon you slake this heart of mine.
You’re shaking me like
A wanton breeze on the dusky river,
I’m like a stormy sea when you look
At me with the eyes of a lover!
Oh, you’re shaking me like
A wanton breeze on the dusky river,
I’m like a stormy sea when you look
At me with the eyes of a lover!