Suzanne. Leonard Cohen

Suzanne takes you down to her place near the riverYou can hear the boats go byYou can spend the night beside herAnd you know, she's half crazy

It's why you want to be thereShe feeds you tea and orangesThat come all the way from China

And just when you mean to tell herYou have no love to give herShe gets you on her wavelengthAnd she lets the river answerYou've always been her lover

And you want to travel with herAnd you want to travel blindAnd know she will trust youFor you've touched her perfect body with your mind

Jesus was a sailorWhen He walked upon the waterAnd He spent a long time watchingFrom His lonely wooden tower

And when He knew for certainOnly drowning men could see HimHe said,"All men will be sailors thenUntil the sea shall free them"

But He, Himself was brokenLong before the sky would openForsaken, almost humanHe sank beneath your wisdom like a stone

And you want to travel with himYou want to travel blindAnd you know he will find youFor he's touched your perfect body with his mind

Suzanne takes your hand nowAnd she leads you to the riverShe is wearing rags and feathersFrom Salvation Army counters

And the sun pours down like honeyOn our, our lady of the harborShe shows you where to lookAmong the garbage and the flowers

There are heroes in the seaweedThere are children in the morningThey are leaning out for loveAnd they will lean that way foreverWhile Suzanne holds the mirror

And you want to travel with herYou want to travel blindAnd you know she'll find youFor she's touched your perfect body with her mind