[00:00.000] 作词 : Bob Dylan
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Bob Dylan
[00:09.868]With your mercury mouth in the missionary times
[00:19.126]And your eyes like smoke and your prayers like rhymes
[00:28.138]And your silver cross and your voice like chimes
[00:37.618]Oh, who do they think could bury you?
[00:46.869]With your pockets well-protected at last
[00:56.880]And your streetcar visions which you place on the grass
[01:06.123]And your flesh like silk and your face like glass
[01:15.871]Who could they get to carry you?
[01:26.129]Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands
[01:36.374]Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes
[01:45.886]My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
[01:58.628]Should I put them by your gate, or sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
[02:21.128]With your sheets like metal and your belt like lace
[02:30.618]And your deck of cards missing the jack and the ace
[02:39.871]And your basement clothes and your hollow face
[02:49.366]Who among them did think he could outguess you?
[02:58.874]With your silhouette when the sunlight dims
[03:09.118]Into your eyes where the moonlight swims
[03:17.384]And your matchbook songs and your gypsy hymns
[03:27.123]Who among them would try to impress you?
[03:37.618]Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands
[03:47.115]Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes
[03:56.868]My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
[04:09.870]Should I put them by your gate, or sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
[04:31.737]The kings of Tyrus, with their convict list
[04:40.979]Are waiting in line for their geranium kiss
[04:49.989]And you wouldn't know it would have happened like this
[04:59.241]But who among them really wants just to kiss you?
[05:08.485]With your childhood flames on your midnight rug
[05:17.994]And your Spanish manners and your mother's drugs
[05:26.978]And your cowboy mouth and your curfew plugs
[05:35.993]Who among them do you think could resist you?
[05:46.486]Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands
[05:55.486]Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes
[06:05.476]My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
[06:18.234]Should I leave them by your gate, or sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
[06:39.981]Oh, the farmers and the businessmen, they all did decide
[06:48.994]To show you where the dead angels are that they used to hide
[06:57.742]But why did they pick you to sympathize with their side?
[07:06.994]How could they ever mistake you?
[07:16.229]They wished you'd accepted the blame for the farm
[07:25.227]But with the sea at your feet and the phony false alarm
[07:33.993]And with the child of the hoodlum wrapped up in your arms
[07:43.743]How could they ever have persuaded you?
[07:53.983]Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands
[08:03.226]Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man's come
[08:12.738]My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
[08:25.492]Should I leave them by your gate, or sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
[08:46.732]With your sheet metal memory of Cannery Row
[08:55.983]And your magazine husband who one day just had to go
[09:04.979]And your gentleness now, which you just can't help but show
[09:14.234]Who among them do you think would employ you?
[09:22.734]Now you stand with your thief, you're on his parole
[09:31.984]With your holy medallion in your fingertips now enfold
[09:41.235]And your saintlike face and your ghostlike soul
[09:49.983]Who among them could ever think he could destroy you?
[10:00.239]Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands
[10:08.991]Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes
[10:18.729]My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
[10:31.484]Should I leave them by your gate, or sad-eyed lady, should I wait?