Struck by the sounds before the sun
I knew the night had gone
The morning breeze like a bugle blew
Against the drums of dawn..
The seaweed’s wove its strands
The crashin’ waves like cymbals clashed
Against the rocks and sands
And clouds unbound by laws
The cryin’ rain like a trumpet sang
And asked for no applause
And clung to a new love’s breast
The branches bare like a banjo played
To the winds that listened best
And watched its winding strum
The water smooth ran like a hymn
And like a harp did hum
Lay down your weary tune, lay down
Lay down the song you strum
And rest yourself ’neath the strength of strings
No voice can hope to hum
words to song by Bob Dylan..
Copyright © 1964, 1965 by Warner Bros. Inc.; renewed 1992, 1993 by Special Rider Music
I was in the mood for Bob Dylan, and had some photos that I didn't know just what to do with..
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soft hugs ~Hope
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