Bert Jansch A Woman Like You
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 magical wonder word,
I'd send a dove to catch your love
and I send a blackbird to steal your heart.
But a broken heart won't go,
my endless search, little girl,
I gonna fix a magic(al) spell
to weave on you, little girl.
I'll fall along that you catch the wind
upon the orange to sweetest sin
before this very moment evil in.
I'd rather wait at the dark
of thousand times, little girl,
and take the woman until
the heart of my soul.
And if I catch you sleeping along the west
and gave you alone my secret way.
But I bind your heart unto me very slow.
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 magical wonder word,
I send a dove to catch your love
and I send a blackbird to steal your heart.
