by Bob Dylan



Smoky autumn night, stars up in the sky,

I see the sailin' boats across the bay go by.

Eucalyptus trees hang above the street

And then I turn my head, for you're approachin' me.

Moonlight on the water, fisherman's daughter, floatin' in to my room

With a golden loom.



First we wash our feet near the immortal shrine

And then our shadows meet and then we drink the wine.

I see the hungry clouds up above your face

And then the tears roll down, what a bitter taste.

And then you drift away on a summer's day where the wildflowers bloom

With your golden loom.



I walk across the bridge in the dismal light

Where all the cars are stripped between the gates of night.

I see the trembling lion with the lotus flower tail

And then I kiss your lips as I lift your veil.

But you're gone and then all I seem to recall is the smell of perfume

And your golden loom