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.