HOUSES OF THE HOLY Jimmy Page / Robert Plant Let me take you to the movies, Can I take you to the show? Let me be yours ever truly, Can I make your garden grow? From the houses of the holy We can watch the white doves go. From the door comes Satan's daughter And it only goes to show Ah you know. There's an angel on my shoulder, In my hand a sword of gold. Let me wander in your garden And the seeds of love I'll sow, You kno__w. So the world is spinnin' faster, Are ya dizzy when you stop? Let the music be your master, Will ya heed the master's call? Oh~ooh~oh, Satan an' man. Said there ain't no use in cryin' 'Cause it will only, only drive ya mad. Does it hurt to hear them lyin'? Was this the only world you've had? Ahh-oh~ooh. So let me take ya, take ya to the movies, Can I take ya baby, to the show? Why don't ya let me be yours ever truly, Can I make your garden grow? Ah you kno__w, that's right.