Watchman, Tell of The Night

All Along The Watchtower
by Bob Dylan

“There must be some kind of way out of here,”
Said the joker to the thief.

“There’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.”

“No reason to get excited,”
The thief he kindly spoke.
“There 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.”

All along the watchtower,
Princes kept the view,
While all the women came and went —
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”

  1. 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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