Golden Loom

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