Bob Dylan's Dream Lyrics - Bob Dylan
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While riding on a train goin' west
I fell asleep for to take me a 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´d spent many an afternoon
Where we together weathered many a storm
Laughin' and singing 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
Singing, and talking about the world outside.
With hungry hearts through the heat and cold
We never much thought we could ever get old
We thought we could sit there forever in fun
But our chances really was a million to one.
sponsored linksAs easy it was to tell black from white
It was all that easy to tell wrong from right
And our choices they were few and the thought never hit
That the one road we traveled would ever shatter or split.
Ah, many a year has passed and gone
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.
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Here's ta 70 years.... | Reviewer: Old Hippie | 5/29/11
Anyone from the same decade, living the campus life of coffee houses and believing... feels these words above all the rest you wrote. I would give so much to slip thru time for a visit to the hope and innosense we left there... thanks for the mind picture Bob..
The sadness is the point | Reviewer: JohnMcLaughlin | 4/9/08
I know it's not fashionable to read the artist into the lyrics or the oetic text, but in this case, it's so profoundly first-personal, coming from someone whose various masks and personae have come to cloak the young man from the Midwest, not so long before arrived in the big city, that I find it impossible to let this one go. Sadness over lost friendship cuts to the core for so many of us who have travled that road in our own waysa, of course, that it's also possible to pick it up and put it to our own uses too, so it goes both ways, inwards to the personal, and outwards to the near universal. One of the most perfect of his early songs, and one you could wish he hadn't felt compelled to write. I like PP&M, OK, but they're to tuneful, not lost enough for me. As so often, Dylan is his own best interpreter, and I could listen to this one over and over if it didn't hurt so much.
Better done by Peter Paul & Mary | Reviewer: Anonymous | 6/12/07
If you really want to hear this song done well, hear the PP&M version on their Album 1700. One of the best songs the trio ever did.
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