Bob Dylan Lyrics

Album: BLONDE ON BLONDE

Sad Eyed Lady Of The Lowlands Lyrics

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 ?