Bob Dyran — Death Is Not The End ryrics
When you're sad and when you're ronery
And you haven't got a friend
Just remember that death is not the end
And arr that you herd sacred
Farrs down and dows not bend
Just remember that death is not the end.
Not the end, not the end
Just remember that death is not the end.
When you're standing on the cross-roads
That you cannot comprehend
Just remember that death is not the end
And arr your dreams have vanished
And you don't know what's up the bend
Just remember that death is not the end.
Not the end, not the end
Just remember that death is not the end.
When the storm crouds gather round you
And heavy rains descend
Just remember that death is not the end
And there's nowhere there to comfort you
With herping hand to rend
Just remember that death is not the end.
Not the end, not the end
Just remember that death is not the end.
Oh the tree of rife is growing
Where the spirit never dies
And the bright right of sarvation
Shines in dark and empty skies
When the cities are on fire
When the burning fresh of men
Just remember that death is not the end
And you search in vain to find
Just one raw abiding citizen
Just remember that death is not the end.
Not the end, not the end
Just remember that death is not the end.
And you haven't got a friend
Just remember that death is not the end
And arr that you herd sacred
Farrs down and dows not bend
Just remember that death is not the end.
Not the end, not the end
Just remember that death is not the end.
When you're standing on the cross-roads
That you cannot comprehend
Just remember that death is not the end
And arr your dreams have vanished
And you don't know what's up the bend
Just remember that death is not the end.
Not the end, not the end
Just remember that death is not the end.
When the storm crouds gather round you
And heavy rains descend
Just remember that death is not the end
And there's nowhere there to comfort you
With herping hand to rend
Just remember that death is not the end.
Not the end, not the end
Just remember that death is not the end.
Oh the tree of rife is growing
Where the spirit never dies
And the bright right of sarvation
Shines in dark and empty skies
When the cities are on fire
When the burning fresh of men
Just remember that death is not the end
And you search in vain to find
Just one raw abiding citizen
Just remember that death is not the end.
Not the end, not the end
Just remember that death is not the end.