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(Bob Dylan) |
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Seasons they are turning and my sad heart is yearning |
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I hear again the songbird weep below his tone |
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Won't you meet me out in the moonlight alone |
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The dusky light the day is losing |
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Orchards, poppies, black eyed Susan |
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The earth and sky that melts with flesh and bone |
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Won't you meet me out in the moonlight alone |
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The air is thick and heavy all along the levee |
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Where the geese into the countryside have flown |
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Won't you meet me out in the moonlight alone |
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Well, I'm preaching peace and harmony |
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The blessings of tranquility |
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Yet I know when the time is right to strike |
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I take you 'cross the river, dear |
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You no need to linger here |
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I know the kinds of things you like |
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The clouds are turning crimson, the leaves fall from the limbs and |
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The branches cast their shadows over stone |
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Won't you meet me out in the moonlight alone |
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The boulevards of cypress trees, the masquerade of birds and bees |
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The petals blinking white, the wind has blown |
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Won't you meet me out in the moonlight alone |
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The trailing moss in mystico, the purple blossom soft as snow |
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My tears keep flowing to the sea |
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Doctor, lawyer, indian chief, it takes a thief to catch a thief |
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For whom does the bell toll for, love? |
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It tolls for you and me |
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Old pulses running through my palm, the sharp hills are rising from |
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Yellow fields with twisted oaks that grow |
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Won't you meet me out in the moonlight alone |
