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