Tytuł: Sad Eyed Lady Of The Lowlands

• Wykonawca: Bob Dylan
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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 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
  Who among them do you think could resist 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 ?
  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 ?