Sahara Gold
Bruce Cockburn
Dance music from the corner bar
Over dogs barking at a passing car
And your hair tumbles down like Sahara gold
Hot night, streets are full of life
Carnival faces in Rembrandt light
And your hair tumbles down like Sahara gold
Half moon shining through the blind
Paints a vision of a different kind
And your hair tumbles down like Sahara gold
Wet limbs striped with silver light
Locked together at the center of the night
And your hair tumbles down like Sahara gold
Night bloom filling up the room
With the salt and musk of lovers' rich perfume
And your hair tumbles down like Sahara gold
Animal grins and wild shining eyes
Laughing and shouting we're a hundred stories high
And your hair tumbles down like Sahara gold