Caribbean Wind Lyrics - Bob Dylan

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 divine comedy 

Told about jesus, told about the rain 

She told me about the jungle where her brothers were slain 

By a man who danced on the roof of the embassy 

Was she a child or a woman, I can't say which 

From one to another she could to easily switch 

We went into the wall to where the long arm of the law could not reach 

Could I been used and played as a pawn? 

It certainly was possible as the gay night wore on 

Where men bathed in perfume and celebrated free speech 

And them caribbean winds still blow from nassau to mexico 

Fanning the flames in the furnace of desire 

And them distant ships of liberty on them iron waves so bold and free 

Bringing everything that's near to me nearer to the fire 

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She looked into my soul through the clothes that I wore 

She said, "we got a mutual friend over by the door 

And you know he's got our best interest in mind." 

He was well connected but her heart was a snare 

And she had left him to die in there 

There were payments due and he was a little behind 

The cry of the peacock, flies buzz my head 

Ceiling fan broken, there's a heat in my bed 

Street band playing "nearer my God to thee." 

We met at the steeple where the mission bells ring 

She said, "i know what you're thinking, but there ain't a thing 

You can do about it, so let us just agree to agree." 

And them caribbean winds still blow from nassau to mexico 

Fanning the flames in the furnace of desire 

And them distant ships of liberty on them iron waves so bold and free 

Bringing everything that's near to me nearer to the fire 

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Atlantic city by the cold grey sea 

I hear a voice crying, "daddy," I always think it's for me 

But it's only the silence in the buttermilk hills that call 

Every new messenger brings evil report 

'Bout armies on the march and time that is short 

And famines and earthquakes and hatred written upon walls 

Would I have married her? I don't know, I suppose 

She had bells in her braids and they hung to her toes 

But I kept hearing my name and I had to be movin' on 

I saw screws break loose, saw the devil pound tin 

I saw a house in the country being torn from within 

I heard my ancestors calling from the land far beyond 

And them caribbean winds still blow from nassau to mexico 

Fanning the flames in the furnace of desire 

And them distant ships of liberty on them iron waves so bold and free 

Bringing everything that's near to me nearer to the fire