LONG TIME GONE
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(Bob Dylan; revised wording and arrangement by O.V. Michaelsen)
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My parents raised me tenderly, I was their only son;
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My mind got mixed with wanderin’ when I was much too young.
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Was just a child of thirteen years when I first left my home;
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Been a long time comin’, Ma, I'll be a long time gone.
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On a road through south New Mexico, in the dust and rolling sage,
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I thought I’d try to find some work, but they said I was young of age.
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No place to turn, I'd somehow learn to make it on my own.
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Been a long time comin’ and I'll be a long time gone.
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Many times by the highway side I tried to flag a ride.
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With bloodshot eyes and gritting teeth, I’d watch the cars roll by.
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In the empty air, my only guide, I traveled on alone,
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Been a long time comin’ and I’ll be a long time gone.
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You might see me on your crossroads, when I’ll be passing through,
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And dream you’ll one day follow as I drift beyond your view,
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Destined for a journey that will never lead me home?
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Been a long time comin’ and I’ll be a long time gone.
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If I could help one drifter on this long, relentless road,
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I’d warn him of its random ways and the dangers it might hold,
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But I know I ain't no prophet and I ain't no prophet's son?
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Just a long time comin’ and I'll be a long time gone.
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So you can have your beauty when skin-deep, it only lies,
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And you can have your youthhood, it will fade before your eyes.
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When my roving days are through, just carve upon my stone:
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“Been a long time comin’ and I'll be a long time gone.”
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Long Time Gone (1962)
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| Bob Dylan |
