Bob Dylan’s Dream

While riding on a train goin’ 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
Laughin’ and singin’ till the early hours of the morn

By the old wooden stove our hats was hung
Our words was told, our songs was sung
Where we longed for nothin’ and were satisfied
Jokin’ and talkin’ about the world outsideWith hungry hearts through the heat and cold

We never much thought we could get very old
We thought we could sit forever in fun
And our chances really was a million to oneAs easy it was to tell black from white
It was all that easy to tell wrong from right

And our choices there was few
So the thought never hit
At the one road we traveled we ever shatter or splitHow many a year has passed and gone?
Many a gamble has been lost and won

And many a road taken by many a first friend
And each one I’ve never seen againI 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

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