Our Wonderful Brownskin Man - Take 7

[Tony Visconti]

Take 7

[Our Wonderful Brownskin Man Take 7]

Blue ocean eyes, black panther thighs

Wonderful brown man, nose like a seahawk

Musing the sea in harmony

With the sky and the wine sun that owns you

Buffalo's dead but they groan in my head

Twitching my hair with the dance of their good feet

A ghostly Shawnee fed me honey

Anil washed me with oils from Narnia

Some cloudy heart blood, wept in the mud

Near the corpse of our splendid friend hero

His tattered head bent like a willow-tree tent

And his еbony surf eyes leakеd water