Bert Jansch - A Woman Like You

I don’t believe I’ve seen A woman like you anywhere. And I must admit that I can see Me making you into a dream. But if I had a magic wand to wave I’d send a dove to catch your love And I’d send a blackbird to steal your heart. But a broken heart won’t cure My endless search, little girl. I’m gonna fix a magic spell To weave on you, little girl. L for the long grass to catch you in O for the orange to sweeten sin V for this very moment E for thee I’d rather wait and to die A thousand times, little girl, Than take a woman into The heart of my soul. And if I catch you sleeping all unawares I’d carry you off to my secret lair There I’d bind your heart to my very soul. I don’t believe I’ve seen A woman like you anywhere. And I must admit that I can see Me making you into a dream. And if I had a magic wand to wave I’d send a dove to catch your love And I