Tim Buckley
Sefronia
Sefronia shook the black cat's bone at me
And I was only wax in the spell of fire
Oh, my coal black n***a
When black coal burns it ripens into a rose
She pried the whip out of her master's hand
And lashed at her own skin
So she'd be master, how could she know
This was just a dream born
Of a new knot in the bullwhip