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.