Bob Dylan's Dream

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' 'til the early hours of the morn.

By the old wooden stove where our hats were hung,

Our words were told and our songs were sung;

Where we longed for nothin' and were satisfied

Talkin' and a jokin' about the world outside.

With haunted hearts through the heat and cold,

We never thought we could get very old;

We thought we could sit forever in fun

Though our chances really were a million to one.

As easy as it was to tell black from white,

It wasn't all that easy to tell wrong from right;

Our choices were few and the thought never hit

That the 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 first friend,

And each one of them I've never seen again.

I wish, I wish, I wish in vain,

That we could sit simply in that room once 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.