above the street And then I turn my head for you're approachin' me Moonlight on the water Fisherman's daughter Driftin' in to my room With a golden loom
above the street And then I turn my head, for you're approachin' me. Moonlight on the water, fisherman's daughter, floatin' in to my room With a golden loom
Preklad: Dylan, Bob. Golden Loom.
(Bob Dylan) Smoky autumn night, stars up in the sky, I see the sailin' boats across the bay go by. Eucalyptus trees hang above the street And then I
