sad eyed lady of the lowlands - bob dylan

with your mercury mouth in the missionary times and your eyes like smoke and your prayers like rhymes and your silver cross and your voice like chimes oh, who do they think could bury you with your pockets well protected at last and your streetcar visions which you place on the grass and your flesh like silk and you face like glass who could they get to could carry you sad-eyed lady of the lowlands where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes my warehouse eyes, my arabian drums should i put them by your gate oh, sad-eyed lady, should i wait with your sheets like metal and your belt like lace and your deck of cards missing the jack and the ace and your basement clothes and your hollow face who among them could think he could outguess you with your silhouette when the sunlight dims into your eyes where the moonlight swims and your match-book songs and your gypsy hymns who among them would try to impress you sad-eyed lady of the lowlands where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes my warehouse eyes, my arabian drums should i put them by your gate oh, sad-eyed lady, should i wait the kings of tyrus with their convict list are waiting in line for their geranium kiss and you wouldn&know it would happen like this but who among them really wants just to kiss you with your childhood flames on your midnight rug and your spanish manners and your mother&drugs and your cowboy mouth and your curfew plugs who among them do you think could resist you sad-eyed lady of the...