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BLACK DIAMOND BAY (Music by Bob Dylan, Words by Bob Dylan and Jacques Levy) 1975, 1976 Ram's Horn Music Up on the white veranda She wears a necktie and a Panama hat. Her passport shows a face From another time and place She looks nothin' like that. And all the remnants of her recent past Are scattered in the wild wind. She walks across the marble floor Where a voice from the gambling room is callin' her to come on in. She smiles, walks the other way As the last ship sails and the moon fades away From Black Diamond Bay. As the mornin' light breaks open, the Greek comes down And he asks for a rope and a pen that will write. "Pardon, monsieur," the desk clerk says, Carefully removes his fez, "Am I hearin' you right?" And as the yellow fog is liftin' The Greek is quickly headin' for the second floor. She passes him on the spiral staircase Thinkin' he's the Soviet Ambassador, She starts to speak, but he walks away As the storm clouds rise and the palm branches sway On Black Diamond Bay. A soldier sits beneath the fan Doin' business with a tiny man who sells him a ring. Lightning strikes, the lights blow out. The desk clerk wakes and begins to shout, "Can you see anything?" Then the Greek appears on the second floor In his bare feet with a rope around his neck, While a loser in the gambling room lights up a candle, Says, "Open up another deck." But the dealer says, "Attendez-vous, s'il vous plalt,'' As the rain beats down and the cranes fly away From Black Diamond Bay. The desk clerk heard the woman laugh As he looked around the aftermath and the soldier got tough. He tried to grab the woman's hand, Said, "Here's a ring, it cost a grand." She said, "That ain't enough." Then she ran upstairs to pack her bags While a horse-drawn taxi waited at the curb. She passed the doo Please fill in the fields below and click SUBMIT to send it to your friend.
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