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' into 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
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 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
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