Dangerous Fun - Cover of the song by Jesse Winchester

Jesse Winchester recorded a number of albums, though he was primarily known as a songwriter. This song is from 1972, and deals with unrequited love and the uselessness of feeling sorry for oneself. I have added a third verse, as a two-verse song feels incomplete to me. Wherever you are, Jesse, I hope that's OK with you.

The lyrics:

Dangerous Fun – Jesse 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 on
And spirit to run
But nothing to pity yourself
It’s just dangerous fun / But it’s dangerous fun

Rich harvest of the grape and grain
I taste my lover’s mouth
She smells of the evening rain
And the breezes from down south
But if I face her she won't know me
And if I weaken she won't wait
She knows magic that she won't show me
And if love comes it will come too late

Her eyes reflect the mountains
And the valleys of the moon
I reach out to caress her face
But she escapes me all too soon
And if I listen she is silent
There’s not a whisper or a prayer
The raging tempest blows more violent
And carries off the fragrance of her hair