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.