Bob Dylan, 1964 |
You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last.
But
whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast.
Yonder stands your orphan with his gun,
Crying like a fire in the sun.
Yonder stands your orphan with his gun,
Crying like a fire in the sun.
Look out the saints are comin' through
And
it's all over now, Baby Blue.
The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense.
Take what you have gathered from coincidence.
The
empty-handed painter from your streets
Is
drawing crazy patterns on your sheets.
This sky, too, is folding under you
And
it's all over now, Baby Blue.
All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home.
All
your reindeer armies, are all going home.
The
lover who just walked out your door
Has
taken all his blankets from the floor.
The
carpet, too, is moving under you
And
it's all over now, Baby Blue.
Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for you.
Forget the dead you've left, they will not follow you.
The
vagabond who's rapping at your door
Is
standing in the clothes that you once wore.
Strike another match, go start anew
And
it's all over now, Baby Blue.
To mój idol z lat młodości.
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