Rare Lightning - Sally Oldfield

You’re shaking me like a wanton

Breeze on the dusky river,

I’m like a stormy sea

When you look at me with the eyes of a lover!

There’s gold in your eyes

Like the riches of the sun,

Like a sweetly falling dew on

A Sirocco noon you slake this heart of mine.

Like a cool, frosty morning you clear my head,

I feel alive again!

I’m like a stormy sea when you look at me

With the eyes of a lover

You’re shaking me like

A wanton breeze on the dusky river,

I’m like a stormy sea

When you look at me with the eyes of a lover!

Like a sweetly falling dew on

A Sirocco noon you slake this heart of mine.

You’re shaking me like

A wanton breeze on the dusky river,

I’m like a stormy sea when you look

At me with the eyes of a lover!

Oh, you’re shaking me like

A wanton breeze on the dusky river,

I’m like a stormy sea when you look

At me with the eyes of a lover!