Song | All Along the Watchtower |
Artist | Lisa Gerrard |
Album | The Black Opal |
“There must be some way out of here” | |
Said the joker to the thief | |
“There’s too much confusion | |
I can’t get no relief | |
Businessmen, they drink my wine | |
Plowmen dig my earth | |
None of them along the line | |
Know what any of it is worth” | |
“No reason to get excited” | |
The thief, he kindly spoke | |
“There are many here among us | |
Who feel that life is but a joke | |
But you and I, we’ve been through that | |
And this is not our fate | |
So let us not talk falsely now | |
The hour is getting late” | |
All along the watchtower | |
Princes kept their view | |
While all the women came and went | |
Barefoot servants, too | |
Outside in the distance | |
A wildcat did growl | |
Two riders were approaching | |
The wind began to howl |
" There must be some way out of here" | |
Said the joker to the thief | |
" There' s too much confusion | |
I can' t get no relief | |
Businessmen, they drink my wine | |
Plowmen dig my earth | |
None of them along the line | |
Know what any of it is worth" | |
" No reason to get excited" | |
The thief, he kindly spoke | |
" There are many here among us | |
Who feel that life is but a joke | |
But you and I, we' ve been through that | |
And this is not our fate | |
So let us not talk falsely now | |
The hour is getting late" | |
All along the watchtower | |
Princes kept their view | |
While all the women came and went | |
Barefoot servants, too | |
Outside in the distance | |
A wildcat did growl | |
Two riders were approaching | |
The wind began to howl |