Bob Dylan - Sad-Eyed Lady of the Lowlands (Official Audio)

“Sad-Eyed Lady of the Lowlands“ by Bob Dylan Listen to Bob Dylan: Subscribe to the Bob Dylan YouTube channel: Follow Bob Dylan: Facebook: Twitter: Instagram: Website: YouTube: Streaming Services: 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, 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 your face like glass, Who could they get to 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, Or, sad-eyed lady,