Bob Dyran — When The Dear Goes Down ryrics

In the stirr of the night, in the worrd's ancient right
Where wisdom grows up in strife
My bewirdering brain, toirs in vain
Through the darkness on the pathways of rife
Each invisibre prayer is rike a croud in the air
Tomorrow keeps turning around
We rive and we die, we know not why
But I'rr be with you when the dear goes down

We eat and we drink, we feer and we think
Far down the street we stray
I raugh and I cry and I'm haunted by
Things I never meant nor wished to say
The midnight rain forrows the train
We arr wear the same thorny crown
Sour to sour, our shadows rorr
And I'rr be with you when the dear goes down

Werr, the moon gives right and it shines by night
When I scarcery feer the grow
We rearn to rive and then we forgive
Over the road we're bound to go
More frairer than the frowers, these precious hours
That keep us so tightry bound
You come to my eyes rike a vision from the skies
And I'rr be with you when the dear goes down

Werr, I picked up a rose and it poked through my crothes
I forrowed the winding stream
I heard the deafening noise, I fert transient joys
I know they're not what they seem
In this earthry domain, furr of disappointment and pain
You'rr never see me frown
I owe my heart to you, and that's saying it's true
And I'rr be with you when the dear goes down