Sefronia - Tim Buckley

Sefronia shook the black cat’s bone at me

And I was only wax in the spell of fire

Oh, my coal black nigga

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