Black Diamond Bay

Up on the withe varenda
She wears a nektie
and a panama het
Her passport shows a face
>>From another time and place
she looks nothin' like that
And all the remnats of her
recent past are scatterd in the wild wind
she walks across the marblefloor
where a voice from the gambling room is
cllin' her to come on in
she smiles
and walks the other way
as the last ship sails and the moon fades away
>from the black diamond bay

As the mornin' light break open
the greek comes down and he asks for
a robe and a pen that will write

song performed by by Bob Dylan
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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