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.