متن آهنگ Caribbean Wind - Rehearsal with pedal steel از Bob

متن آهنگ Caribbean Wind - Rehearsal with pedal steel از Bob Dylan

She was the rose of Sharon from paradise lost From the city of seven hills near the place of the cross I was playing a show in Miami in the theater of divine comedy Told about Jesus, told about the rain She told me about the jungle where her brothers were slain By the man who had been dyin', who disappeared so mysteriously Was she a child or a woman, did we go too far? Were we sniper bait, did we follow a star? Through a hole in the wall to where the long arm of the law cannot not reach Could I been used and played as a pawn? It certainly was possible as the gay night wore on Where men bathed in perfume and practiced the hoax of free speech And them Caribbean winds still blow from Nassau to Mexico Fanning the flames in the furnace of desire And them distant ships of liberty on them iron waves so bold and free Bringing everything that's near to me nearer to the fire Sea breeze blowin', there's a hellhound loose Redeemed men, who have escaped from the noose Preaching faith and salvation, waiting for the night to arrive He was well connected, but her heart was a snare And she had left him to die in there He was goin' down slow, just barely staying alive The cry of the peacock, flies buzz my head Ceiling fan broken, there's a heat in my bed Street band playing "Nearer My God to Thee" We met at the station where the mission bells ring She said, "I know what you're thinking, but there ain't a thing You can do about it, so let us just agree to agree" And them Caribbean winds still blow from Nassau to Mexico Fanning the flames in the furnace of desire And them distant ships of liberty on them iron waves so bold and free Bringing everything that's near to me nearer to the fire Atlantic City by the cold grey sea Hear a voice crying, "Daddy," I always think it's for me But it's only the silence in the buttermilk hills that call Every new messenger brings evil report 'Bout armies on the march and time that is short And famines and earthquakes and train wrecks and the tearin' down of the wall Did you ever have a dream, that you couldn't explain? Ever meet your accusers, face to face in the rain? She had chrome brown eyes that I won't forget as long as she's gone I see the screws breakin' loose, see the devil pounding on tin I see a house in the country being torn apart from within I can hear my ancestors calling from the land far beyond And them Caribbean winds still blow from Nassau to Mexico Fanning the flames in the furnace of desire And them distant ships of liberty on them iron waves so bold and free Bringing everything that's near to me nearer to the fire