Winchester Her body is as liquid and as perfect as a wave As tender and as vicious as a bird that I once saved But if I touch her she won't feel it And what I tell her she won't hear And if she loves me she'll conceal it And she'll cry if I come near It takes patience to walk And spirit to run But nothing to pity yourself But it's dangerous fun Rich harvest of the grape and grain I taste my lovers mouth She smells of the evening rain And the breezes from the south But if I face her she won't know me And if I weaken she won't wait And she knows magic that she won't show me And if love comes it will come too late It takes patience to walk on And spirit to run But nothing to pity yourself But it's dangerous fun