Caribbean Wind (Live Nov. 12, 1980)歌词
作词 : Bob Dylan
作曲 : Bob Dylan
She was from Haiti fair brown and intense
Her middle and her home lost with it
There is playing show in Miami in the theater of divine company
Told about Jesus told about the rain
She told me about the vision told me about the pain
That has arisen from the ashes abided in her memory
Is she a child or a woman
I really can't say
Something about her said
Trust me anyway
As the days turned to minutes and the minutes turned back into hours
Could I've been used and played as a pawn
It certainly was possible as the gay night wore on
But victory was mine and I held it with the help of God's power
And that Caribbean wind still blows from Trinidad to Mexico
The circle of light to 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
Shadows grew closer as we touched on the floor
Prodigal son sitting next to the door
Preaching resistance waitin' for the night to arrive
He was well connected but his heart was a snare
'Cause she had left him to die in there
And I knew he could get out while he still was alive
Stars on my balcony buzz in my head
Ceiling my baby love heat in my bed
Street band playin' nearer my God to thee
We met at the steeple 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 you might as well agree to agree
And that Caribbean wind blows hard from the Valley coast into my backyard
Drivin' all your love to 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 cruel sea
I hear a voice cryin' daddy I always think it's for me
But it's only the silence in the buttermilk hills that call
Bearin' new messages bringin' evil reports
Of riotin' armies and time that is short
And earthquakes and train wrecks and death threats written on walls
Would I have married her I don't know I suppose
She had bells on her braids and they hung to her toes
The curtain was risin' and like they say the ship will sail at dawn
And I felt it come over me some kind of gloom
I'm gonna say come on with me girl I got plenty of room
But I knew I'd be lyin' and besides she had already gone
And that Caribbean wind still howls from Tokyo to the British Isles
We never walked in to that furnace of desire
And them distant ships of liberty on 'em iron waves so bold and free
Bringing everything that's near to me nearer to the fire
作曲 : Bob Dylan
She was from Haiti fair brown and intense
Her middle and her home lost with it
There is playing show in Miami in the theater of divine company
Told about Jesus told about the rain
She told me about the vision told me about the pain
That has arisen from the ashes abided in her memory
Is she a child or a woman
I really can't say
Something about her said
Trust me anyway
As the days turned to minutes and the minutes turned back into hours
Could I've been used and played as a pawn
It certainly was possible as the gay night wore on
But victory was mine and I held it with the help of God's power
And that Caribbean wind still blows from Trinidad to Mexico
The circle of light to 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
Shadows grew closer as we touched on the floor
Prodigal son sitting next to the door
Preaching resistance waitin' for the night to arrive
He was well connected but his heart was a snare
'Cause she had left him to die in there
And I knew he could get out while he still was alive
Stars on my balcony buzz in my head
Ceiling my baby love heat in my bed
Street band playin' nearer my God to thee
We met at the steeple 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 you might as well agree to agree
And that Caribbean wind blows hard from the Valley coast into my backyard
Drivin' all your love to 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 cruel sea
I hear a voice cryin' daddy I always think it's for me
But it's only the silence in the buttermilk hills that call
Bearin' new messages bringin' evil reports
Of riotin' armies and time that is short
And earthquakes and train wrecks and death threats written on walls
Would I have married her I don't know I suppose
She had bells on her braids and they hung to her toes
The curtain was risin' and like they say the ship will sail at dawn
And I felt it come over me some kind of gloom
I'm gonna say come on with me girl I got plenty of room
But I knew I'd be lyin' and besides she had already gone
And that Caribbean wind still howls from Tokyo to the British Isles
We never walked in to that furnace of desire
And them distant ships of liberty on 'em iron waves so bold and free
Bringing everything that's near to me nearer to the fire
