You say you love me and you're thinkin' of me But you know you could be wrong You say you told me that you wanna hold me But you know you're not that
Come gather 'round people wherever you roam Admit that the waters around you have grown And accept it that soon you'll be drenched to the bone If your
Bad news, bad news Came to me where I sleep Turn, turn, turn again Sayin' one of your friends Is in trouble deep Turn, turn to the rain And the wind
I can't understand, she let go of my hand An' left me here facing the wall I'd sure like to know, why she did go But I can't get close to her at all
Lay down your weary tune, lay down Lay down the song you strum And rest yourself 'neath the strength of strings No voice can hope to hum Struck by the
He sits in your room, his tomb, with a fist full of tacks Preoccupied with his vengeance Cursing the dead that can't answer him back He knows that he
Well, she's got jet pilot eyes from her hips on down All the bombardiers are tryin' to force her out of town She's five feet nine and she carries a monkey
I can hear the turning of the key I've been deceived by the clown inside of me I thought that he was righteous but he's vain Oh, something's a telling
You will search, babe at any cost but how long, babe? Can you search for what's not lost? Everybody will help you, some people are very kind But if I
Sometimes I'm in the mood, I wanna milk my milk cow low Sometimes I'm in a mood, I wanna leave my lonesome home Yes, sometimes I'm in a mood, I wanna
She was the rose of sharon from paradise lost From the city of seven hills near the place of the cross I was playing a show in miami in the theater of
Everything went from bad to worse Money never changed a thing Death kept followin, trackin' us down At least I heard your bluebird sing Now somebody'
Well, the rain man comes with his magic wand And the judge says, "Mona can't have no bond" And the walls collide, Mona cries And the rain man leaves in
I got mixed up confusion Man, it's a-killin' me Well, there's too many people And they're all too hard to please Well, my hat's in my hand Babe, I'm
Tulkojums: Dylan, Bob. Forever Young (Biograph Version).
: I first heard this from Ric von Schmidt. He lives in Cambridge. Ric is a blues guitarplayer. I met him one day on The green pastures of the Harvard
: Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed Whatever colors you have in your mind I'll show them to you
: Close your eyes, close the door, You don't have to worry any more. I'll be your baby tonight. Shut the light, shut the shade, You don't have to be
