歌曲名 Changing Of The Guards

歌手名 Bob Dylan

作词：Bob Dylan

作曲：Bob Dylan

Sixteen years

Sixteen banners united over the field

Where the good shepherd grieves

Desperate men desperate women divided

Spreading their wings neath the falling leaves

Fortune calls

I stepped forth from the shadows to the marketplace

Merchants and thieves

Hungry for power my last deal gone down

She's smelling sweet like the meadows

where she was born

On midsummers eve near the tower

The cold blooded moon

The captain waits above the celebration

Sending his thoughts to a beloved maid

Whose ebony face is beyond communication

The captain is down but still believing

that his love will be repaid

They shaved her head

She was torn between Jupiter and Apollo

A messenger arrived with a black nightingale

I seen her on the stairs and I couldn't help but follow

Follow her down past the fountain

where they lifted her veil

I stumbled to my feet

I rode past destruction in the ditches

With the stitches still

mending neath a heart shaped tattoo

Renegade priests and treacherous young witches

Were handing out the flowers that I'd given to you

The palace of mirrors

Where dog soldiers are reflected

The endless road and the wailing of chimes

The empty rooms where her memory is protected

Where the angels voices whisper

to the souls of previous times

She wakes him up

Forty eight hours later the sun is breaking

Near broken chains mountain laurel and rolling rocks

She's begging to know what measures

he now will be taking

He's pulling her down and she's clutching

on to his long golden locks

Gentlemen he said

I don't need your organization I've shined your shoes

I've moved your mountains and marked your cards

But eden is burning either

brace yourself for elimination

Or else your hearts must have the courage

for the changing of the guards

Peace will come

With tranquility and splendor on the wheels of fire

But will bring us no reward when her false idols fall

And cruel death surrenders

with it's pale ghost retreating

Between the king and the queen of swords