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.
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