Crash on the levee, mama,. water's gonna overflow,. swamp's gonna rise,. no boat's gonna row.. now, you can train on down. to williams point,. you can bust your feet,.
Close your eyes and go to sleep. From the howling howling over these streets. People stare 'cause you're so mad. That wild wild spark that innocent laugh.
So maybe you're standing. In some foreign town. You've walked for miles. 'Til the heat slows you down. . And your jeans and your curls. Are bleached and split.
I wrote this once before. Long before the summer. You were then a student. And we were dark as angels. We were in the east. Working to the west. The west was looking south.
Oh the rush hour is over. And the night has been trying. To drive us and chase us away. But we`re lovely and drunk now. And our laugh dosen`t. Rattle or fray.
You're so young. And you know so much. Heaven help us all. From the tales you tell. You're so old. And innocent as hell. How I love your questions. You queen of the new year.
Church bells go ringing for you and I. This bright sky is singing for you and I. All the land goes laughing into that glad goodbye. All the land goes laughing into that glad goodbye.
You know the agony. Of seeing it all slip away. Well maybe now you`d be happy. Just to talk it out straight. If it`s just. Slipping away. About the danger of.
You sigh and you walk. You talk. You care about nothing. Sometimes you're feelin'. That life has treated you wrong. I've got a feeling. You know what the score is.
Outside the world. The wind is howling. Through the broken trees. And the moon is shining. As the river meets the sea. And I will see you tomorrow. Calm and bright in tender light.
You were a good man. Jamsie. Everyone loves you. Now you're gone. And the seagulls over. Where you lie. Sing your final song. I`m walking back. Away from here.
Fergus sings the blues. In bars of twelve or less. I'm a stranger. To the land. To this wilderness. . All. Things are possible. But happen less and less.
Down on the flag stones. The accordians. And sweet trumpets rise. Rusty memories. Of sin and doubting. Mingle in around. The Queen Street. Traffic noise.
Crash on the levee, mama. Water's gonna overflow. Swamps gonna rise. And no boats gonna row. . Now you can train on down. To William's Point. You can bust your feet.
Crash on the levee, mama,. Water's gonna overflow,. Swamp's gonna rise,. No boat's gonna row.. Now, you can train on down. To Williams Point,. You can bust your feet,.
(Bob Dylan). Crash on the levee, mama. Water's gonna overflow. Swamp's gonna rise. No boat's gonna row. You can train on down. To Williams Point. And you bust your feet.