Bob Dylan's
Dream
Bob Dylan - The
Freewheelin' Bob Dylan [1963]
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 had 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 was told, our songs was sung
Where we longed for nothin' and were satisfied,
Jokin' and a-talkin' about the world outside
With
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 one
As easy
it was to tell black from white,
It was all that easy to tell wrong from right
And our choices, they was few, so the thought never hit,
That the one road we traveled would ever shatter or split
How
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 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
