Where We Together Weathered Many A Storm

While riding on a train going west
I fell asleep for to take my rest.
I dreamed a dream that made me sad,
concerning myself and the first few friends I had.
With half-damp eyes I stared into the room
where my friends and I spent many an afternoon,
where we together weathered many a storm,
laughing and singing until the early hours of the morn.

Bob Dylan: Bob Dylan's Dream

By the old wooden stove our hats were hung,
ours tales were told, our songs were sung.
We longed for nothing and were quite satisfied,
laughing and joking about the wicked world outside.
With haunted hearts through the heat and cold
we never much thought we could get very old.
We thought we could sit forever and fun,
but our chances really were a million to one.

Judy Collins: Bob Dylan's Dream

As easy as it was to tell black from white,
it was all that easy to tell wrong from right.
And our choices they were few, and the thought never hit
that the one road we travelled would ever shatter or split.
Now many a year has passed and gone,
and many a gamble has been lost and won.
And many a road taken by many a friend,
and each one I've never seen again.

Peter, Paul and Mary: Bob Dylan's Dream

I wish, I wish, I wish in vain
that we could sit simply in that room again.
Ten thousand dollars at the drop of a hat,
I'd give it all gladly
if our lives could be like that.