A Woman Like You Bert Jansch D G D D F G D I don't believe I've seen a woman like you, anywhere. Yet I must admit that I can't seem, to be making you, into a dream. If I had a magical wand to wave, I'd send a dove to catch your love And I'd send a blackbird to steal your heart. But a broken heart won't cure my endless search, little girl. I gotta fix a magic spell, to weave on you, little girl. Oh for the long dress to catch you in, oh for the orange to sweeten sin, And before it's very long I will. I'd rather wake in the dark, a thousand times, little girl. Than take a woman into, the very heart, of my soul. And if I catch you sleeping or unaware, I'll carry you off to my secret lair, There I'll bind your heart to my very soul. Repeat first verse.