Bob Dylan's Dream  - Bob Dylan

    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 to the room
    Where my friends and I spent many an afternoon,
    Where we together weathered many a storm,
    Laughing and singing 'till the early hours of the morn.

    By the old wooden stove where our hats were hung,
    Our words were told and our songs were sung;
    We longed for nothing and were satisfied
    Talking and joking about the world outside.

    With haunted hearts through the heat and cold,
    We never thought we could get very old
    We thought we could sit forever in fun
    Though our chances really were a million to one.

    As easy it was to tell black from white,
    It was all that easy to tell wrong from right;
    Our choices were few and the thought never hit
    That the one road we traveled would ever shatter and split.

    Ah many a year has passed and gone,
    And many a gamble has been lost and won;
    And many a road taken by many a friend,
    And each one of them I've never seen again.

    I wish, I wish, I wish in vain,
    That we could sit simply in that room once again;
    Ten thousand dollars at the drop of a hat,
    I'd give it all gladly if our lives could be like that.


    Marco Giunco
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