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by Bob Dylan
My love she speaks like silence,
Without ideals or violence,
She doesn't have to say she's faithful,
Yet she's true, like ice, like fire.
People carry roses,
Make promises by the hours,
My love she laughs like the flowers,
Valentines can't buy her.
In the dime stores and bus stations,
People talk of situations,
Read books, repeat quotations,
Draw conclusions on the wall.
Some speak of the future,
My love she speaks softly,
She knows there's no success like failure
And that failure's no success at all.
The cloak and dagger dangles,
Madams light the candles.
In ceremonies of the horsemen,
Even the pawn must hold a grudge.
Statues made of match sticks,
Crumble into one another,
My love winks, she does not bother,
She knows too much to argue or to judge.
The bridge at midnight trembles,
The country doctor rambles,
Bankers' nieces seek perfection,
Expecting all the gifts that wise men bring.
The wind howls like a hammer,
The night blows cold and rainy,
My love she's like some raven
At my window with a broken wing.
- Album:
- When Buck Came Back! Live San Francisco 1989
- WHEN BUCK CAME BACK! LIVE SAN FR
- Honky Tonk Man: Buck Sings Country Standards
- Hot Dog!
- Too Old to Cut the Mustard?
- Bridge Over Troubled Water
- Ruby
- The Kansas City Song
- Tall Dark Stranger
- Buck Owens in London
- Open Up Your Heart
- Roll Out The Red Carpet
- Christmas with Buck Owens
- Before You Go
- Country Hit Maker #1
- On the Bandstand
- Buck Owens
- Miscellaneous
- Non-Album Releases
- Live from Austin, TX: Buck Owens