Слушать бесплатно Bob Dylan's Dream

While riding on a train goin' west I feel asleep for take my a rest I dreamed a dream that make 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 singing 'till the early hours of the morn'. By the old wooden stove where our hats was hung Our words were told, our songs were songs Where we longed for nothin' and were satisfied Joking and talking about the world outside. With haunted hearts through the heat and cold We never thought we could ever get very old We thought we could sit forever in fun Our chances really was a million to one. As easy it was to tell black from white It was all that easy to tell wrong from right And our choices they were few and the thought never hit That the one road we traveled would ever shatter and split. How many a year has passed and gone Many a gamble has been lost and won And many a road taken by many a first friend And each one I've never seen again. I wish, I wish, I wish in vain That we could sit simply in that room again Ten thousand dollars at the drop of a hat I'd give it all gladly if our lives could be like that.