the ghost of her hair floats over there
she gave me her hand as they struck up the band
she seemed to say 'you're the only'
and we danced like two snowflakes
won't you let marlene come in
the jungle bird that you showed me
the sound of your tambourine still owns me
i would have made marlene let go
hell they only see the scars
and they do not give a damn
but once you've seen the sky
you think you know all birds are lovely
but there's snow on the ground in woodstock tonight
as such a high powered load
high in the clouds we're free
and though the fire had burned her life out
and it evens up the score
the ghost of her hair floats over there
she gave me her hand as i struck up the band
she seemed to say 'you're the only'
and there we danced like two snowflakes
won't you let marlene come in
won't you let marlene come in