Bob Dylan's Dream

While riding on a train goin' west, I fell asleep for to take my rest. I dreamed a dream that made me sad, Concerning myself and the first few friends I had. With half damp eyes I stared to the room Where my friends and I spent many an afternoon, Where we together weathered many a storm, Laughin' and singin' 'til the early hours of the morn. By the old wooden stove where our hats were hung, Our words were told and our songs were sung; Where we longed for nothin' and were satisfied Talkin' and a jokin' about the world outside. With haunted hearts through the heat and cold, We never thought we could get very old; We thought we could sit forever in fun Though our chances really were a million to one. As easy as it was to tell black from white, It wasn't all that easy to tell wrong from right; Our choices were few and the thought never hit That the road we traveled would ever shatter and split. How many a year has passed and gone, And many a gamble has been lost and won; And many a road taken by many a first friend, And each one of them I've never seen again. I wish, I wish, I wish in vain, That we could sit simply in that room once again; Ten thousand dollars at the drop of a hat, I'd give it all gladly if our lives could be like that. While riding on a train goin' west, I fell asleep for to take my rest. I dreamed a dream that made me sad, Concerning myself and the first few friends I had.