[Intro] mmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmm mmmmmm oooooh mmmmmm [Verse 1] They say she comes when the fire burns low, When the wine runs sweet and slow, Her hands are warm, her eyes are deep, And her smile will pull you into sleep. Her dress is stitched from midnight’s thread, Her hair’s the black that follows red, And her voice is a bell in the hollow air, Calling you closer before you’re aware. [Chorus] Don’t drink from the Velvet Widow’s hand, Don’t dance to her silver tune. She’ll spin you ‘round till the floor turns sand, And you’ll wake beneath no moon. Her kiss will taste like summer rain, But it drains you to the bone— And she’ll keep you in her silken chain, In a place you’ve never known. [Verse 2] They whisper she was once a bride, Whose groom was found with his throat untied, She wore her veil for forty years, Feeding on lovers and their fears. She walks the lanes in the harvest mist, Her breath a promise, her touch a twist, And any man who holds her near, Will never again see morning clear. [Chorus] Don’t drink from the Velvet Widow’s hand, Don’t dance to her silver tune. She’ll spin you ‘round till the floor turns sand, And you’ll wake beneath no moon. Her kiss will taste like summer rain, But it drains you to the bone— And she’ll keep you in her silken chain, In a place you’ve never known. [Bridge] The blacksmith swore she came one night, And left his bed at the first daylight, But his eyes were hollow, his skin was wan, And he spoke as though all warmth was gone. The tavern boy heard her hum a hymn, And felt her fingers brush past him— Now his chair stays cold by the evening fire, And they say he walks where her arms conspire. [Final Chorus Low and Slow] Don’t drink from the Velvet Widow’s hand… Don’t dance to her silver tune… She’ll take your name to her shadowed land… And you’ll wake beneath no moon…
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