Suzanne takes you down
To her place near the river,
You can hear the boats go by
You can spend the night beside her,
And you know that she’s half crazy
That’s why you wanna be there,
And she feeds you tea and oranges
That come all the way from China,
And just when you mean to tell her
That you have no love to give her,
She gets you on her wavelength
And she lets the river answer,
You’ve always been her lover.

And you want to travel with her,
you want to travel blind,
And you know she will trust you, for
you’ve touched her perfect body
with your mind.

yes, And Jesus was a sailor
when He walked upon the water,
And He spent a long time watching
from a lonely wooden tower,
And when He knew for certain,
only drowning men could see him,
He said “all men will be sailors
until the sea shall free them,”
But He Himself was broken,
long before the sky would open
Forsaken, almost human,
He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone.

And you want to travel with him,
you want to travel blind,
And you know you will trust him,
For he’s touched your perfect body
with his mind.

Now Suzanne takes your hand
and she leads you to the river,
She is wearing rags and feathers
from Salvation Army counters,
And the sun pours down like honey
on Our Lady of the Harbour,
And she shows you where to look
among the garbage and the flowers,

There are heroes in the seaweed,
children in the morning,
They are leaning out for love
they will lean that way forever,
While Suzanne holds the mirror.

And you want to travel with her,
you want to travel blind,
And you know she will trust you, for
you’ve touched her perfect body
with your mind.