All Along The Watchtower
by Bob Dylan
â€œThere must be some kind of way out of here,â€
Said the joker to the thief.
â€œThere’s too much confusion,
I can’t get no relief.
Businessmen, they drink my wine,
Plowmen dig my earth.
None of them along the line
Know what any of it is worth.â€
â€œNo reason to get excited,â€
The thief he kindly spoke.
â€œThere 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,
The hour is getting late.â€
All along the watchtower,
Princes kept the view,
While all the women came and went â€”
Barefoot servants too.
Outside in the cold distance,
A wildcat did growl.
Two riders were approaching, and
The wind began to howl.
2 thoughts on “Watchman, Tell of The Night”
Do you have Bob Dylan’s album Self-Portrait?
I have ‘Slow Train Coming’, my husband is more a fan of Dylan, and I like selected songs. I actually like the Hendrix rendition of this one- always liked Jimi Hendrix.
But I think Dylan has important things to say in his songs…. and this one is apropos to the feeling I have.
More info than you wanted or needed…i know:)
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