[Verse 1]
They came with the dawn on the eastern tide
Where lanterns burned through the market rain
Three brothers smiling like merchant men
With quiet eyes and patient aim
Their ship rode low past the harbor mists
A weathered hull and a trader’s name
And few men watched that quiet craft
They called the Baywhar Babe.
[Verse 2]
Donna walked where the jade bells rang
Through silk-bright streets and dragon halls
Where servants bowed to the name of Lim
And shadows clung to the temple walls
She traded tea and silver thread
Soft spoken words and a careful grin
While far above in the mountain court
Old Lim kept watch on the wind.
[Chorus]
Softly now where the secrets lie
Where dragon smoke meets lantern sky
The quiet ones are the ones who win
When pride grows loud in the courts of Lim
And whispers drifted through the din—
"Mind that girl with the storm-cold eyes…"
"The silk merchant working for Lim."
[Verse 3]
Years rolled slow like a turning tide
Tea and spice through her counting room
The Baywhar Babe would come and go
Through monsoon wind and harbor gloom
Her brothers laughed like honest men
While cargo changed beneath the tar
But Donna listened in dragon courts
Where guarded secrets are.
[Verse 4]
She learned of worms in hidden rooms
That spun their gold through careful art
And powder black as a moonless sky
That split the roar of battle’s heart
The dragon’s keepers watched their gates
With lacquered armor bright and grim
But coin runs deep through mortal hands
Even the hands of Lim.
[Chorus]
Softly now where the secrets lie
Where dragon smoke meets lantern sky
The quiet ones are the ones who win
When pride grows loud in the courts of Lim
And traders whispered through the din—
"Mind that girl with the storm-cold eyes…"
"She sees too much for Lim."
[Verse 5]
Then came the night with a moonless veil
Black as ink on the harbor foam
Donna slipped through the temple court
To the steaming halls of Lim’s own home
Past iron doors and sleeping guards
Where dragon incense choked the dark
Her hands closed tight on hidden scrolls—
The silk worm’s path… the thunder’s spark.
[Final Chorus]
At dawn the temple gongs would cry
Great Lim himself tore through the sky
His wings like storms above the rim
His roar like fire from the courts of Lim
But steam was rising into the wind
And the Baywhar Babe was gone from him
And traders whisper through the years—
"She stole the thunder of Lim."
ElCeviche
