In the gentle warmth of evening's glow,

 

In the gentle warmth of evenings glow,

She has been in his bed and she knows that I know,

And when I taste his manly essence I feel neither anger or woe,

Even though she’s his Mistress I am not given to emotions so low,

And his seed, dark and African, now inside her will grow,

For she is my Wife and from her side I shall never go,

And cuckolds like me accept and reap what they sew.