The Black Swan - Live at Carnegie Hall

The sun is falling and it lies in blood
 The moon is weaving bandages of gold
 Old Black Swan where, where is my lover now
 Where oh, where is my lover now
 Torn and tattered is my bridal gown and my lamp is lost
 With silver needles and with silver threads
 The stars stitch a route for the dying sun
 Old Black Swan where oh, where is my lover now
 I had given him a kiss and a golden ring
 And a golden ring
 I had given him a kiss of fire and a golden ring
 Oh, with silver needles and with silver threads
 The stars stitch a route for the dying sun
 Black Wing o Black Wing take me down with you
 Take me down with you take me down with you
 Take me down with you
 Old Black Swan, take me down with you
 I had given him a kiss of fire
 Take me down with you