Black Acres - Elysian Fields

Whirlwind

Take me there

Where I will be

His lady fair

Sheets of night

Hiding us

Gusts of wind

Riding us

I’m blown away

Into his hands

I’m weak and high

Can barely stand

In the web

Of dizzy leaves

Virgins all

Elude the trees

Touch me now

Touch me

The black acres are claiming me

They’re claiming me

He holds me up

Like a babe

Pressing close

I can’t behave

I need to have

This little death

I’m up against

His downy chest

In the web

Of dizzy leaves

Virgins all

Elude the trees

The chill is flush

With burning flesh

It’s so refined

This little death

Touch me now

Touch me

The black acres are claiming me

They’re claiming me

Touch me now

Touch me

The black acres are claiming me

They’re claiming me

Black acres

I’m running

Away from home

Black acres

And the wind

The wind is blowin'

Black acres

And the weathervane

Its heathen song

Lulls the world

With silver tongue

Touch me now

Touch me

The black acres are claiming me

They’re claiming me