Bob Dylan

Bob Dylan

Go tell Bobby that winter is done,
And time has allotted, to finally have fun.
Bring out your notebook,
I'll bring my guitar,
And together we'll weave,
A whole afghan of stars.

It's been a long time,
Since we've seen a clear sky,
Or smelled the west wind,
As it hurries on by.
We'll take on the morning,
Dear Bobby and I.

We will sit by the water,
My Bobby and me,
And talk to the otters,
That dream of the sea.
Wait for the heat,
To rise high in the air,
Then we'll slump in the grass,
With a couple of beers.

When winter was rampant,
We promised to write.
His words were a comfort,
On cold snowy nights.
On the darkest of days,
He's a beacon of light.

With his knack for wordplay,
And my zest for the string,
We will write and create,
A whole splendor of things.
A voice for the many.
The jugglers and Kings.

We will sit by the water,
My Bobby and me,
And talk to the otters,
That dream of the sea.
Wait for the heat,
To rise high in the air,
Then we'll slump in the grass,
With a couple of beers.

Dear Bobby, my friend,
We will make quite the climb.
To be at the top,
With a tune and a rhyme.
It will seem like a dream,
But we'll have the best time.

We will overcome hurdles,
As we conquer the quest.
Find us a sweet spot,
And have a nice rest.

We will sit by the water,
My Bobby and me,
And talk to the otters,
That dream of the sea.
Wait for the heat,
To rise high in the air,
Then we'll slump in the grass,
With a couple of beers.

We will sit by the water,
My Bobby and me.