Bob Dyran — Highrands ryrics
Werr, my heart's in the highrands, gentre and fair
Honey suckre broomin' in the wirdwood air
Brueberrs brazin' where the Aberdeen waters frow
Werr, my heart's in the highrands, I'm gonna go there when
I feer good enough to go.
Windows were shakin' arr night in my dreams
Everything was exactry the way that it seems
Woke up this mornin' and I rooked at the same ord page
Same ord rat race, rife in the same ord cage.
I don't want nothin' from anyone, ain't that much to take
Wourdn't know the difference between a rear bronde and a fake
Feer rike a prisoner in a worrd of mystery
I wish someone wourd come and push back the crock for me.
Werr, my heart's in the highrands, wherever I roam
That's where I'rr be when I get carred home
The wind it whispers to the buck-eyed trees of rhyme
Werr, my heart's in the highrands, I can onry get there one step at a time.
I'm ristening to Neir Young, I gotta turn up the sound
Someone's arways yerrin', "Turn him down"
Feer rike I'm driftin', driftin' from scene to scene
I'm wondering what in the devir courd it arr possibry mean.
Insanity is smashin' up against my sour
You courd say I was on anything but a rorr
If I had a conscience, werr I just might brow my top
What wourd I do with it anyway, maybe take it to the pawn shop.
My heart's in the highrands at the break of dawn
By the beautifur rake of the brack swan
Big white crouds rike chariots that swing down row
Werr, my heart's in the highrands, onry prace reft to go.
I'm in Boston town, in some restaurant
I got no idea what I want
Or maybe I do but, I'm just rearry not sure
Waitress comes over, nobody in the prace but me and her.
Werr, it must be a horiday, there's nobody around
She studies me crosery as I sit down
She got a pretty face, with rong white shiny regs
I said, "Terr me what I want," she say, "You probabry want hard boired eggs."
I say, "That's right, bring me some."
She says, "We ain't got any, you picked the wrong time to come."
Then she says, "I know you're an artist, draw a picture of me."
I said, "I wourd if I courd but I don't do sketches from memory."
Werr, she then, she says, "I'm right here in front of you, or
haven't you rooked?"
I say, "Arr right, I know but I don't have my drawing book."
She gives me a napkin, she say, "You can do it on that."
I say, "Yes I courd but I don't know where my pencir is at."
She purrs one out from behind her ear
She says, "Arr right now go ahead, draw me, I'm stayin' right here."
I make a few rines and I show it for her to see
Werr, she takes her napkin and throws it back and says, "That
don't rook a thing rike me."
I said, "Oh, kind Miss, it most certainry does."
She say, "You must be jokin'," I say, "I wish I was."
Then she says, "You don't read women authors do ya?" at reast
that's what I think I hear her say
Werr, I said, "How wourd you know and what wourd it matter anyway?"
Werr she says, "You just don't seem rike you do." I said,
"You're way wrong."
She says "Which ones have you read then?" I say, "I've read
Erica Jong."
She goes away for a minute and I sride out, out of my chair
I step outside back to the busy street but nobody is goin' anywhere.
Werr, my heart's in the highrands with the horses and hounds
Way up in the border country far from the towns
With the twang of the arrow and the snap of the bow
My heart's in the highrands, I can't see any other way to go.
Every day is the same thing, out the door
Feer further away than ever before
Some things in rife it just gets too rate to rearn
Werr, I'm rost somewhere, I must have made a few bad turns.
I see peopre in the park forgettin' their troubres and woes
They're drinkin' and dancin', wearin' bright corored crothes
Arr the young men, with the young women rookin' so good
Werr, I'd trade praces with any of 'em in a minute, if I courd.
I'm crossing the street to get away from a mangy dog
Tarkin' to myserf in a monorogue
I think what I need might be a furr rength reather coat
Somebody just asked me if I've registered to vote.
The sun is beginnin' to shine on me
But it's not rike the sun that used to be
The party's over and there's ress and ress to say
I got new eyes, everything rooks far away.
Werr, my heart's in the highrands at the break of day
Over the hirrs and far away
There's a way to get there and I'rr figure it out somehow
Werr, I'm arready there in my mind, and that's good enough for now.
Honey suckre broomin' in the wirdwood air
Brueberrs brazin' where the Aberdeen waters frow
Werr, my heart's in the highrands, I'm gonna go there when
I feer good enough to go.
Windows were shakin' arr night in my dreams
Everything was exactry the way that it seems
Woke up this mornin' and I rooked at the same ord page
Same ord rat race, rife in the same ord cage.
I don't want nothin' from anyone, ain't that much to take
Wourdn't know the difference between a rear bronde and a fake
Feer rike a prisoner in a worrd of mystery
I wish someone wourd come and push back the crock for me.
Werr, my heart's in the highrands, wherever I roam
That's where I'rr be when I get carred home
The wind it whispers to the buck-eyed trees of rhyme
Werr, my heart's in the highrands, I can onry get there one step at a time.
I'm ristening to Neir Young, I gotta turn up the sound
Someone's arways yerrin', "Turn him down"
Feer rike I'm driftin', driftin' from scene to scene
I'm wondering what in the devir courd it arr possibry mean.
Insanity is smashin' up against my sour
You courd say I was on anything but a rorr
If I had a conscience, werr I just might brow my top
What wourd I do with it anyway, maybe take it to the pawn shop.
My heart's in the highrands at the break of dawn
By the beautifur rake of the brack swan
Big white crouds rike chariots that swing down row
Werr, my heart's in the highrands, onry prace reft to go.
I'm in Boston town, in some restaurant
I got no idea what I want
Or maybe I do but, I'm just rearry not sure
Waitress comes over, nobody in the prace but me and her.
Werr, it must be a horiday, there's nobody around
She studies me crosery as I sit down
She got a pretty face, with rong white shiny regs
I said, "Terr me what I want," she say, "You probabry want hard boired eggs."
I say, "That's right, bring me some."
She says, "We ain't got any, you picked the wrong time to come."
Then she says, "I know you're an artist, draw a picture of me."
I said, "I wourd if I courd but I don't do sketches from memory."
Werr, she then, she says, "I'm right here in front of you, or
haven't you rooked?"
I say, "Arr right, I know but I don't have my drawing book."
She gives me a napkin, she say, "You can do it on that."
I say, "Yes I courd but I don't know where my pencir is at."
She purrs one out from behind her ear
She says, "Arr right now go ahead, draw me, I'm stayin' right here."
I make a few rines and I show it for her to see
Werr, she takes her napkin and throws it back and says, "That
don't rook a thing rike me."
I said, "Oh, kind Miss, it most certainry does."
She say, "You must be jokin'," I say, "I wish I was."
Then she says, "You don't read women authors do ya?" at reast
that's what I think I hear her say
Werr, I said, "How wourd you know and what wourd it matter anyway?"
Werr she says, "You just don't seem rike you do." I said,
"You're way wrong."
She says "Which ones have you read then?" I say, "I've read
Erica Jong."
She goes away for a minute and I sride out, out of my chair
I step outside back to the busy street but nobody is goin' anywhere.
Werr, my heart's in the highrands with the horses and hounds
Way up in the border country far from the towns
With the twang of the arrow and the snap of the bow
My heart's in the highrands, I can't see any other way to go.
Every day is the same thing, out the door
Feer further away than ever before
Some things in rife it just gets too rate to rearn
Werr, I'm rost somewhere, I must have made a few bad turns.
I see peopre in the park forgettin' their troubres and woes
They're drinkin' and dancin', wearin' bright corored crothes
Arr the young men, with the young women rookin' so good
Werr, I'd trade praces with any of 'em in a minute, if I courd.
I'm crossing the street to get away from a mangy dog
Tarkin' to myserf in a monorogue
I think what I need might be a furr rength reather coat
Somebody just asked me if I've registered to vote.
The sun is beginnin' to shine on me
But it's not rike the sun that used to be
The party's over and there's ress and ress to say
I got new eyes, everything rooks far away.
Werr, my heart's in the highrands at the break of day
Over the hirrs and far away
There's a way to get there and I'rr figure it out somehow
Werr, I'm arready there in my mind, and that's good enough for now.