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Roger Whittaker

Bob Dylan's Dream

 

Bob Dylan's Dream

(álbum: If I Were A Rich Man - 1967)


While riding on a train going west
I fell asleep for to take my rest
I dreamed a dream that made me sad
Concerning myself and the first few friends that I had

With half-damp eyes I stare in the room
Where my friends and I spent many an afternoon
Where we together weathered many a storm
Laughing and singing 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 nothing and were quite satisfied
Laughing and a-joking bout the wigged world outside

Now many a year has passed and gone
And 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

If our lives could be like that...

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