Let me drink from the waters where the mountain streams flood Let the smell of wildflowers flow free through my blood Let me sleep in your meadows with the green grassy leaves Let me walk down the highway with my brother in peace Let me die in my footsteps Before I go down under the ground.
Bob DylanPrincess on the steeple and all the pretty people, they're drinking, thinking that they got it made. Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things, but you'd better lift your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it, babe.
Bob DylanCan't keep track of it no more, son's becoming husbands to their mothers, and old men turning your daughters into whores.
Bob DylanIt's very tiring having other people tell you how much they dig you if you yourself don't dig you.
Bob Dylan