Bob Dylan
lone pilgrim remastered
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And pensively stood by his tomb,
When in a low whisper I heard something say:
How sweetly I sleep here alone.
And gathering storms may arise,
But calm is my feeling, at rest is my soul,
The tears are all wiped from my eyes.
No kindred or relative nigh.
I met the contagion and sank to the tomb,
My soul flew to mansions on high.
To weep not for me now I'm gone.
The same hand that led me through seas most severe
Has kindly assisted me home.
- Album:
- The Real Royal Albert Hall 1966 Concert
- Minneapolis Hotel Tape & The Gaslight Cafe
- Fallen Angels
- Shadows in the Night
- GASLIGHT, NYC, SEPT. 6TH, 1961
- The Bootleg Series Vol. 10: Another Self Portrait...
- Tempest
- Miscellaneous
- Before The Flood
- Together Through Life
- Theme Time Radio Hour: The Best Of The Second Series
- Christmas In The Heart
- Modern Times
- No Direction Home: The Soundtrack - The Bootleg Series...
- "Love and Theft"
- Live 1966-bootleg Series Vol. 4
- Time Out of Mind
- Natural Born Killers
- World Gone Wrong
- Good As I Been To You