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 And the wind, the wind is blowin' And the weathervane Its heathen song Lulls the world With silver tongue