Beautiful woman
Is an ebony woman
So [?] satin hue
Soul made of blue
And her [?]
That makes her ebony true
And miss (And miss) miss Cloepatra
She wish (She wish)
She could match her
Her every smile

Her satin doll eyes
And her lamb's woolly hair
That makes her ebony true
She moans "Lord!"
She moans "Lord, lord have mercy on me"
Oh, she is tired and blue

How can she be so gay and mary
With money and bright fancy clothes
Could never stop her, never never
Never stop her cares and woes

Ebony woman
She's my ebony woman
(She's my ebony woman)
[?]
But in this crazy mixed up world
She's a [?]
Oh nevertheless, nevertheless
She's my ebony woman, yeah

I like her smile
I like her style
That ebony woman
She got so much soul
She got so much soul in her top
I like that precious
That sweet
That beautiful black lady of mine
She's worth more than money