Bob Dylan Caribbean Wind Lyrics - Song Lyrics -

Home Artisc Lyrics

Top Song

Lyrics By Name

Bob Dylan - Caribbean Wind Lyrics

The "Bob Dylan - Caribbean Wind" is well - known song of Bob Dylan musician. It brings to the musical listeners with the special feelings. Besides that, we should not skip those songs such as : 'Bob Dylan - A Fool Such As I Lyrics', 'Bob Dylan - Ain't Talkin' Lyrics', 'Bob Dylan - Baby, I'm In The Mood For You Lyrics', 'Bob Dylan - Ballad For A Friend Lyrics', 'Bob Dylan - Billy 7 Lyrics', 'Bob Dylan - Bob Dylans 115th Dream Lyrics', 'Bob Dylan - Can You Please Crawl Out Your Window Lyrics', 'Bob Dylan - Changing Of The Guards Lyrics', 'Bob Dylan - Corrina Corrina Lyrics', 'Bob Dylan - Denise Lyrics' , etc..

Some of the newest songs are up on the website wikilyrics.net: 'El Hombre De La Calle Lyrics', 'Gimme More Lyrics', 'Beck - Lonesome Tears Lyrics', 'Dresden Dolls - Sing Lyrics', 'Tell Me Lyrics'

Lyrics: >

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 about jesus, told about the rain,
She told me about the jungle where her brothers were slain
By a man who danced on the roof of the embassy.

Was she a child or a woman, I cant say which
From one to another she could to easily switch
We went into the wall to where the long arm of the law could not reach.
Could I been used and played as a pawn?
It certainly was possible as the gay night wore on
Where men bathed in perfume and celebrated 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 thats near to me nearer to the fire.

She looked into my soul through the clothes that I wore
She said, "we got a mutual friend over by the door,
And you know hes got our best interest in mind."
He was well connected but her heart was a snare
And she had left him to die in there,
There were payments due and he was a little behind.

The cry of the peacock, flies buzz my head,
Ceiling fan broken, theres a heat in my bed,
Street band playing "nearer my God to thee."
We met at the steeple where the mission bells ring,
She said, "i know what youre thinking, but there aint 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 in the furnace of desire
And them distant ships of liberty on them iron waves so bold and free,
Bringing everything thats near to me nearer to the fire.

Atlantic city by the cold grey sea
I hear a voice crying, "daddy," I always think its for me,
But its only the silence in the buttermilk hills that call.
Every new messenger brings evil report
bout armies on the march and time that is short
And famines and earthquakes and hatred written upon walls.

Would I have married her? I dont know, I suppose.
She had bells in her braids and they hung to her toes
But I kept hearing my name and I had to be movin on.
I saw screws break loose, saw the devil pound tin,
I saw a house in the country being torn from within.
I heard my ancestors calling from the land far 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 thats near to me nearer to the fire.