BLACK DIAMOND BAY

(Music By Bob Dylan, Words By Bob Dylan And Jacques Levy)

1975, 1976 Ram's Horn Music



Up On The White Veranda

She Wears A Necktie And A Panama Hat.

Her Passport Shows A Face

From Another Time And Place

She Looks Nothin' Like That.

And All The Remnants Of Her Recent Past

Are Scattered In The Wild Wind.

She Walks Across The Marble Floor

Where A Voice From The Gambling Room Is Callin' Her To Come On In.

She Smiles, Walks The Other Way

As The Last Ship Sails And The Moon Fades Away

From Black Diamond Bay.



As The Mornin' Light Breaks Open, The Greek Comes Down

And He Asks For A Rope And A Pen That Will Write.

"Pardon, Monsieur," The Desk Clerk Says,

Carefully Removes His Fez,

"Am I Hearin' You Right?"

And As The Yellow Fog Is Liftin'

The Greek Is Quickly Headin' For The Second Floor.

She Passes Him On The Spiral Staircase

Thinkin' He's The Soviet Ambassador,

She Starts To Speak, But He Walks Away

As The Storm Clouds Rise And The Palm Branches Sway

On Black Diamond Bay.



A Soldier Sits Beneath The Fan

Doin' Business With A Tiny Man Who Sells Him A Ring.

Lightning Strikes, The Lights Blow Out.

The Desk Clerk Wakes And Begins To Shout,

"Can You See Anything?"

Then The Greek Appears On The Second Floor

In His Bare Feet With A Rope Around His Neck,

While A Loser In The Gambling Room Lights Up A Candle,

Says, "Open Up Another Deck."

But The Dealer Says, "Attendez-vous, S'il Vous Plalt,''

As The Rain Beats Down And The Cranes Fly Away

From Black Diamond Bay.



The Desk Clerk Heard The Woman Laugh

As He Looked Around The Aftermath And The Soldier Got Tough.

He Tried To Grab The Woman's Hand,

Said, "Here's A Ring, It Cost A Grand."

She Said, "That Ain't Enough."

Then She Ran Upstairs To Pack Her Bags

While A Horse-drawn Taxi Waited At The Curb.

She Passed The Doo