Bob Dylan's Dream
Robert Dylan, Bob Dylan Music OBO Special Rider Music
While riding on a train going west
I fell asleep for to take my rest
I dreamed a dream that made me sad Concerning myself and the first few friends I had
With half-damp eyes I stared into the room
Where my friends and I spent many an afternoon
Where we together weathered many a storm
Laughin' and singin' till the early hours of the morn
By the old wood stove where our hats was hung
Our words was told Our songs was sung
Where we longed for nothing and were satisfied
Jokin and talkin' about the world outside
With hungry hearts through heat and cold
We never much thought we could get very old
We thought we could sit forever in fun
But our chances really was a million to one
As easy it was to tell black from white
It was all that easy to tell wrong from right
And our choices was few so the thought never hit
That the one road we traveled would ever shatter or split
How many a year has passed and gone
Many a gamble has been lost and won
Many a road taken by many a first friend
And each one I've never seen again
I wish I wish I wish in vain
That we could sit simply in that room again Ten thousand dollars at the drop of a hat
I'd give it all gladly if our lives could be like that