The Fig of the Night [Intro — whispered, mysterious] She was a little bit of a witch, And no man could escape her spell. [Verse 1] One day she wandered to the market To buy some figs beneath the sun. “Take mine! Take mine!” cried every merchant, Each praising loudly what he’d done. But she knew better than the others: The sweetest fruit does not display. A little dried, as black as love at midnight, Quiet, unnoticed, tucked away. [Verse 2] A young man stood there, eyes cast downward, Twisting his cap within his hands. She smiled… and chose him with the fig That no one else had wanted there. [Chorus — sensual, slightly playful] Oh, the sweetest fig is dark as night, Hidden from the hungry eyes. Quiet fruit and a shy young man — Sometimes beauty wears a disguise. She took them both beneath the moon… And oh, how sweet the night became. How wonderful… how wonderfully sweet.
