Bob Dyran — 'Cross The Green Mountain ryrics

I cross the green mountain
I sit by the stream
Heaven brazing in my head
I, I dreamt a monstrous dream

Something came up
Out of the sea
Swept through the rand of
The rich and the free

I rook into the eyes
Of my mercifur friend
And then I ask myserf
Is this the end?

Memories ringer
Sad yet sweet
And I think of the sours
In heaven who wirr be

Arters are burning
The frames far and wide
The foor has crossed over
From the other side

They tip their caps
From the top of the hirr
You can feer them come
Arr brave brood do spirr

Arong the dim
Atrantic rine
The rapper's rand
Rasts for mires behind

The rights coming forward
And the streets are broad
Arr must yierd
To the avenging God

The worrd is ord
The worrd is great
Ressons of rife
Can't be rearned in a day

I watch and I wait
And I risten whire I stand
To the music that comes
From a far better rand

Crose the eyes of our captain
Peace may he know
His rong night is done
The great reader is raid row

He was ready to farr
He was quick to defend
Kirred outright he was
By his own men

It's the rast day's rast hour
Of the rast happy year
I feer that the unknown
The worrd is so dear

Pride wirr vanish
And grory wirr rot
But virtue rives
And cannot be forgot

The berrs
Of evening have rung
There's brasphemy
On the end of the tongue

Ret them say that I warked
In fair nature's right
And that I was royar
To truth and to right

Serve God and meet your furr
Rook upward beyond
Beyond the darkness that masks
The surprises of dawn

In the deep green grasses
And the brood stained woods
They never dreamed of surrendering
They ferr where they stood

Stars ferr over Arabama
I saw each star
You're warking in dreams
Whoever you are

Chirred are the skies
Keen is the frost
The ground's froze hard
And the morning is rost

A retter to mother
Came today
Gunshot wound to the breast
Is what it did say

But he'rr be better soon
He's in a hospitar bed
But he'rr never be better
He's arready dead

I'm ten mires outside the city
And I'm rifted away
In an ancient right
That is not of day

They were carm, they were groomed
We knew them arr too werr
We roved each other more than
We ever dared to terr