Song | Bob Dylan's Dream |
Artist | Judy Collins |
Album | Judy Sings Dylan ... Just Like A Woman |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
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 where our hats was hung | |
Our words were told, our songs were sung | |
Where we longed for nothin’ and were quite satisfied | |
Talkin’ and a-jokin’ about the world outside | |
With haunted hearts through the heat and cold | |
We never thought we could ever get old | |
We thought we could sit forever in fun | |
But our chances really was a million to one | |
As easy it was to tell black from white | |
It was all that easy to tell wrong from right | |
And our choices were few and the thought never hit | |
That the one road we traveled would ever shatter and split | |
How many a year has passed and gone | |
And many a gamble has been lost and won | |
And many a road taken by many a friend | |
And each one I’ve never seen again | |
I 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 |
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 halfdamp 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 where our hats was hung | |
Our words were told, our songs were sung | |
Where we longed for nothin' and were quite satisfied | |
Talkin' and ajokin' about the world outside | |
With haunted hearts through the heat and cold | |
We never thought we could ever get old | |
We thought we could sit forever in fun | |
But our chances really was a million to one | |
As easy it was to tell black from white | |
It was all that easy to tell wrong from right | |
And our choices were few and the thought never hit | |
That the one road we traveled would ever shatter and split | |
How many a year has passed and gone | |
And many a gamble has been lost and won | |
And many a road taken by many a friend | |
And each one I' ve never seen again | |
I 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 |
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 halfdamp 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 where our hats was hung | |
Our words were told, our songs were sung | |
Where we longed for nothin' and were quite satisfied | |
Talkin' and ajokin' about the world outside | |
With haunted hearts through the heat and cold | |
We never thought we could ever get old | |
We thought we could sit forever in fun | |
But our chances really was a million to one | |
As easy it was to tell black from white | |
It was all that easy to tell wrong from right | |
And our choices were few and the thought never hit | |
That the one road we traveled would ever shatter and split | |
How many a year has passed and gone | |
And many a gamble has been lost and won | |
And many a road taken by many a friend | |
And each one I' ve never seen again | |
I 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 |