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
,,pardon monsieur,, the desk clerk says
carrefully removes his fez
,,am I hearin’ you rigth?,,
and as thje yellow fog is liftin’
the greek is quickly
headin’ for the second floor
she passes him on the spiral staircase
thinkin’ hes’s the soviet ambassodor
she starts to speak but
he walks away
As the storm clouds rise and the palm branches way
on the black diamond bay
A soldier sits benaeth the fan
Doin’ buissnes with a tiny man
who sells him a ring
Lighning strikes the lights blow out
the desk clerk wakes
and begins to shout
Can you see anything
Then the greek apears on the second floor
in his bare feet and a
robe around his neck
while a looser in the gambling room lights up a candle says
open up another deck
but the dealer says
Atendez vous s’il vous plait
as the rain beats down and the cranes fly away
>from the black diamond bay
the desk clerk heard the women laugh
as he looks around in the aftermath
and the soldier got tough
he tried to grab the womens hand
said her’s a ring it cost a grand
she said
that ain’t enough
then she ran upstairs to back her back
while a horse drawn taxi
waited at the curb
she passed the door that the greek had looked
where a hand writen sign read
do not disturbshe kocked upon it anyway
as the sun went down and the music did play
on the black diamond bay
I’ve got to talk to someone quick
but the greek said go away and he
kicked the chair to the floor
he hung there from the chandeliere
she cried:help there’s a deanger near
please
open up the door
then the vulcano eruppted and the lava
flowed down
>from the moutain high above
the soldir and the tiny men were crouched
in the corner
thinkin of forbidden love
but the desk clerk said
it happens every day
as the stars fell down the fields burned away
>from the black diamond bay
as the island slowly sank
the looser finaly broke the bank
in the gambling room
the dealer said its too late now
you can take the money but I don’t
know how
you’ll spend it in the tomb
the tiny men bit the soldier ear
as the floor caved in and the
boiler in the basement blew
while she’s out on the balcony
where a stranger tells her
my darling je vous aime beaucuop
she sheds a tear and beginns to pray
as the fire burns on and the smoke drifts away
>from the black diamond bay
I was sittin’ home alone one night
in L.A.watchin’ old cronkite
on the seven o’clock news
It seems there was a earthquake that
left nothin’ like a panama hat
and a pair of old greek shoes
didn’t seem like much was happenin’
so I turn it off and
went to grap one other beer
seems like evry time you turn around
there’s another hard luck
story that you gonna hear
and there’s realy nothin’
anyone can say
and I never did plan to go anyway
to black diamond bay