歌曲名 Caribbean Wind (Studio Outtake 1981)

歌手名 Bob Dylan

作词：Bob Dylan

作曲：Bob Dylan

She was the rose of Sharon from paradise lost

From the city of seven hills

near the place of the cross

I was playing a show in Miami

in the theater of divine comedy

Told her about Jesus told her about the rain

She told me about the jungle

where her brothers were slain

By the man who invented iron

and disappeared so mysteriously

Was she a child or an angel Did we go too far

Did we snap at the bait Did we follow a star

Through a hole in the wall to

where the long arm of the law cannot reach

Could I've been used and played as a pawn

It certainly was possible as the gay night wore on

When men bathed in perfume

and practiced the hoax of free speech

And them Caribbean winds still blow

from Nassau to Mexico

Fanning the flames in the furnace of desire

And them distant ships of liberty

on them iron waves so bold and free

Bringing everything that's near

to me nearer to the fire

Sea breeze blowin' there's a hellhound loose

Arabian men who have escaped from the noose

Preaching faith and salvation

waiting for the night to arivee

He was well connected but her heart was a snare

And she had left him to die in there

He was goin' down slow just barely staying alive

The cry of the peacock flies buzz my head

Ceiling fan broken there's a heat in my bed

Street band playing Nearer My God to Thee

We met at the station where the mission bells ring

She said I know what you're thinking

but there ain't a thing

You can do about it so let us just agree to agree

And them Caribbean winds still blow

from Nassau to Mexico

Fanning the flames on the furnace of desire

And them distant ships of liberty

on them iron waves so bold and free

Bringing everything that's near

to me nearer to the fire

Atlantic City by the cold grey sea

Hear a voice crying Daddy

I always think it's for me

But it's only the silence

in the buttermilk hills that call

Every new messenger bringing evil report

'Bout armies on the march and time that is short

And famines and earthquakes

and train wrecks and the tearin' down of the wall

Did you ever have a dream

that you couldn't explain

Ever meet your accusers face to face in the rain

She had lone brown eyes that I won't forget

as long as she's gone

I see the screws breaking loose

see the devil pounding on tin

I see a house in the country being torn from within

I can hear my ancestors calling

from the land from beyond

And them Caribbean winds still blow

from Nassau to Mexico

Fanning the flames in the furnace of desire

And them distant ships of liberty

on them iron waves so bold and free

Bringing everything that's near

to me nearer to the fire