Her hair is velvet night; her lips put cherries to shame;
Her voice turns sound into wine; her smile, like sunshine after rain;
But it’s her heart that keeps me satisfied, while others are playin’ around;
Yes, her hair is velvet night, but it’s her heart where the treasure is found.
He touch is soft as down; her arms put time out of mind;
Her eyes can sing me to sleep, or teach all the stars to shine;
But it’s her heart that keeps me satisfied, while others are playin’ around;
Yes, her hair is velvet night, but it’s her heart where the treasure is found.