words and music by Arlo Guthrie

It's the tenth of January
And and I still ain't had no sleep
She comes waItzing in the nighttime
Made made of wings
She is dressed up like a bandit
With with a hundred sparkling rings
Looking for my company to keepenter added
Coming closer to me
She me, she doesn't say a word
In the shadow of the carved rock tower
Where the sounds of the night
Were were the only things we heard
In my darkest hour

She don't want to hear no secrets
She secrets, she would guarantee me that
She knows there ain't no words
That that can describe her
With her white silk scarves
And and her black Spanish hat
She knows there ain't noenter deleted
way I can deny her
Yes
Yes, her blue velvet perfume
Filling filling up the night
The guards are all asleep
That that watch the tower
The moon light held her breast
As as she easily undressed
In my darkest hour

Her father's in his chambers with his
Friends friends all gathered 'round around
They are plotting their enemy's demise
With their last detail done
They done, they await the coming sun
While I am staring in at my lover's eyesenter added
Her brothers and her sisters
Are are all through for tonight
Pretending that they've just
Come come into power
But she far most of all, knows that they
Can can only fall
In my darkest hour

Hungry wings; wings, their melodies
While melodies, while my love awakens me
In the midst of the sunburst first light
Her hands are holding up the skies
As as I hid my opened eyes
Every move just for herself
And and that's so rightenter added
Soon I went along my way
With with no words that could explain
As she began descending to the tower
Her safety now concerns me
Her me, her circumstance to blame
In my darkest hour