Our skin so sleek and dark
O how the quiet night is fair
You lay upon the dewy grass
Eyes gazing while clouds pass
Without even the slightest care
Without even the meanest glare
That our skin is sleek and dark
And how the quiet night is fair

This love you have I find
When the sky is sleek and black
Blows softly down the wind
While wonder holds your mind
Would you take all of it back
For amusingly ironic is this fact
This love you have I find
When the sky is sleek and black

This dark sky would you hate
Or if human hang upon a tree
Would these feelings expiate
If the moon you could not see
If these stars were not with thee
Without even the slightest care
Without even the meanest glare
For this dark sky would you hate
Or if human hang upon a tree