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 centre 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 storeys high

and your hair tumbles down like sahara gold



(TORONTO JULY 1983)