You are
my bright-eyed lady of the low lands
You
rescued me from Desolation Row
You
were, you are! the answer when the winds they are blowing
For you
were, you are! a vision, singing around the Joanna
My tambourine woman
In your
brand new leopard-skin Flit Flop shoes
So
absolutely sweet, baby, I never did have to think twice
I never
look back
For you
never give me
Those
subterranean homesick blues
4 comments:
A little bit of Dylan spliced with some nice romantic notions never goes amiss
Seems like a lot of Dylan to me but nothing wrong with that!
Lovely Roger, I bet she was really moved x
Er, well, Sue... Yes, of course I love the poems and songs he writes me. I occasionally write one for him, too, but not being a famous poet like wot he is nobody else usually sees it, which is probably best. xxx
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