Sad-Eyed Lady of the Lowlands (Take 1|Complete) - Bob Dylan
Written by：Bob Dylan
With your mercury eyes in the missionary claim
And your eyes like smoke and your prayers like rhymes
And your silver cross and your voice like chimes
Oh who among them they think he could bury you
With your pockets well protected at last
And your streetcar visions which you place out of the grass
And your flesh like silk and you face like glass
Oh who among them could think they could carry you
Sad eyed lady of the lowlands
Where the prophet says that no man comes
My warehouse eyes my arabian drums
Should I leave them at the 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 hold to outguess you
With your silhouette when the sunlight dims
Into your eyes like means where the moonlight swims
And your match book songs and your gypsy hymns
Who among them would hold to impress you
Sad eyed lady of the lowlands
Where the prophet says that no man comes
My warehouse eyes my arabian drums
Should I leave them at 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 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 ***
And your cowboy mouth and your curfew plugs
Who among them do you think could resist you
Sad eyed lady of the lowlands
Where the prophet says that no man comes
My warehouse eyes my arabian drums
Sad eyed should I leave them at your gate
Oh sad eyed lady should I wait
Oh the farmers and the businessmen they did decide
To show you all the dead angels that they did hide
But why did they pick you to sympathize with their side
Oh I how could they ever mistake you
They wished you'd accepted the blame for the farm
But the sea was at your feet and the phony false alarm
And the child of a hoodlum wrapped up in your arms
Oh I how could they ever have persuade you
Sad eyed lady of the lowlands
Where the sad eyed prophet says that no man comes
My warehouse eyes my arabian drums
Sad eyed should I leave them at your gate
Oh sad eyed lady must I wait
With your sheet metal memory of cannery row
And your magazine husband who one day had to go
And with your gentleness now which you just can't help but show
Who among them do you think would employ you
Now with your thief you stand on his parole
With your holy medallion and your fingertips not that fold
And your saintlike face and your ghostlike soul
How who among them 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 at your gate
Oh sad eyed lady should I wait
