I came to the place where the lone pilgrim lay
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And patiently stood by his tomb
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Went in a low whisper I heard something say:
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How sweetly I sleep here alone.
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The tempest may howl and the loud thunder roar
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And gathering storms may arise
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But calm is my feeling, at rest is my soul
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The tears are all wiped from my eyes.
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The call of my master compelled me from home
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No kindred or relative nigh
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I met the contagion and sank to the tomb
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My soul flew to mansion on high.
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Go tell my companion and children most dear
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To weep not for me now I'm gone
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The same hand that led me through seas most severe
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Has kindly assisting me home.
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Lone Pilgrim
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| Bob Dylan |
