Tekster:
Bob Dylan Bringing All Back Home

windy beach Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands With all

't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more She talks to all the servants

Ain't it hard to stumble And land in some funny lagoon? Ain't it hard to stumble And land in some muddy lagoon? Especially when its Nine below zero And

trees of Eden The lamppost stands with folded arms Its iron claws attached To curbs beneath holes where babies wail Though it shadows metal badge All and all

knows too much to argue or to judge The bridge at midnight trembles The country doctor rambles Bankers' nieces seek perfection Expecting all the gifts that wise men bring

the wind blows Get sick, get well Hang around a ink well Ring bell, hard to tell If anything is goin' to sell Try hard, get barred Get back, write braille

: She's got everything she needs, She's an artist, she don't look back. She's got everything she needs, She's an artist, she don't look back. She can

: Ain't it hard to stumble And land in some funny lagoon? Ain't it hard to stumble And land in some muddy lagoon? Especially when it's nine below zero

be seen in the eyes of those that call To make all that should be killed to crawl While others say don't hate nothing at all Except hatred. Disillusioned