Golden Loom - Bob Dylan

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