Текст песни Sad Eyed Lady Of The Lowlands

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 among them do they think 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 can 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't 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's drugs

And your cowboy mouth and your curfew plugs

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Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands

Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes

My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums

Should I leave them by your gate

Oh, sad-eyed lady, should I wait ?

Oh, the farmers and the businessmen they all did decide

To show you the dead angels that they used to hide

But why did they pick you to sympathize with their side ?

How could they ever mistake you ?

They wished you'd accepted the blame for the farm

But with the sea at your feet and the phony false alarm

And with the child of a hoodlum wrapped up in your arms

How could they ever, ever persuade 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 leave them by your gate

Oh, sad-eyed lady, should I wait ?

With your sheet-metal memory of Cannery Row

And your magazine-husband who one day just had to go

And your gentleness now, which you just can't help but show

Who among them do you think would employ you ?

Now you stand with your thief, you're on his parole

With your holy medallion which your fingertips fold

And your saintlike face and your ghostlike soul

Who among them do you think could destroy 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 leave them by your gate

Oh, sad-eyed lady, should I wait ?

Bob Dylan Sad Eyed Lady Of The Lowlands