Bob Dylan’s Dream 小诗摘选

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' till the early hours of the morn.

By the old wooden stove where our hats was hung,

Our words were told, our songs were sung,

Where we longed for nothin' and were quite satisfied

Talkin' and a-jokin' about the world outside.

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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.