she came down out of the backwoods
looking for a better life
wearing a wreath of daisy's in her golden hair
and a grey dress a flowin
out of the morning fog into the bright daylight
of his brand new day
he sees her right off
like a bolt of lightening
she strikes all of his senses in a sudden storm
of knowing that she's the one he has
been seeking all his black diamond life
she stopped at the cabaret
and sat by the piano player
who played a song about strangers
on a collision course with desperate love
or terrible disaster
she never hears the song end
cause now its playing in her mind as she eyes him
across the crowed room
his lean face shadowed
by the flickering lights of the stage
he sits to a game of cards to buy some time
but hes just laid down a sheep with wolves
but benith the dirt of the road is his
soldiers dress blues uniform
she wanders up pretending to watch
but she really just wanted to be near him
touch a lock of his hair
he felt her there and drank in the sensation
and was drunk with her presence
the piano player burst into song
as the two of them burst in the fire of lusts
and ended up in a small room at the top of the stair
his black diamond life
and her dreadlock hair
nobody thought woulda made a match
but there they are riding into the fading sunrise