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If today was not a crooked highway,
If tonight, I could finally stand tall,
If tomorrow wasn't such a long time,
And lonesome wouldn't mean nothing to me at all.
Yes, and only if my own true love was waiting,
Yes, and if I could near her heart softly pounding,
Only of she was lying by me,
and I'd lie in my bed once again.
I can't see my reflection in the waters,
I can't speak the sounds that know no pain,
I can't hear the echo of my footsteps,
I can't remember the sound of my own name.
Yes, and only if my own true love was waiting,
Yes, if I could hear her heart softly pounding,
Only if she was lying by me,
And I'd lie in my bed once again.
There's beauty in the silver singing river,
There's beauty in the sunrise in the sky,
But none of these and nothing else can match the beauty,
That I remember in my true loves eyes,
Yes, and only if my own true love was waiting,
Yes, if I could hear her heart softly pounding,
Only if she was lying by me,
And I'd lie in my bed once again.
Yes, and only if my own true love was waiting,
Yes, if I could hear her heart softly pounding,
Only if she was lying by me,
And I'd lie in my bed once again.
- Album:
- Bob Dylan
- Dylan
- Miscellaneous
- The Bootleg Series Volumes 1-3
- New Morning
- The Basement Tapes
- Love And Theft
- Time Out Of Mind
- Dylan And The Dead
- Pat Garrett and Billy the Kid
- Another Side of Bob Dylan
- Blonde on Blonde
- Blood on the Tracks
- Bringing It All Back Home
- Desire
- Down in the Groove
- Empire Burlesque
- Good as I Been to You
- Highway 61 Revisited
- Infidels