Bob Dylan‘s Dream

　　Bob Dylan's Dream--Bob Dylan

　　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

　　With haunted hearts through the heat and cold

　　We never thought we could ever get old

　　We thought we could sit forever in fun

　　But 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 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

　　And many a gamble has been lost and won

　　And many a road taken by many a 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