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