All Along the Watchtower (John Wesley Harding 1967)

Текст песни Bob Dylan - All Along the Watchtower (John Wesley Harding 1967)

[Verse 1]
“There must be some way out of here,” said the joker to the thief
“There’s too much confusion, I can’t get no relief
Businessmen, they drink my wine and plowmen dig my earth
None of them along the line know what any of it is worth”

[Verse 2]
“No reason to get excited,” the thief, he kindly spoke
“There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke
But you and I, we’ve been through that, and this is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now, you know the hour is getting late”
[Verse 3]
All along the watchtower, princes kept the view
All the women came and went, barefoot servants, too
Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl
Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl