Sad eyed lady should i wait

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?

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? Close though. It is like Beowulf and it takes me out to the meadow.

This song can make you leave home, work on the railroad or marry a Gypsy. The song is a dream, a riddle and a prayer. Dylan has never played the song live in front of an audience. 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 among them 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 your 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 leave them by your gate, Or, 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? 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? They will live forever. Who among them can think he could outguess you? This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

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