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Bob Dylan's Dream 1 Bob Dylan © 1963 Warner Bros. Music (Official lyrics @ www.bobdylan.com)

24 Apr 1963 THE FREEWHEELIN' BOB DYLAN

The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan session 8, Columbia Studio A, NYC - 24.apr.1963, take 2, album version While ridin' on a train goin' west I fell asleep for to take my rest. I dreamed a dream that made me sad Concernin' myself an' the first few friends i had. With half damp eyes i stared to the room Where my friends an' i spent many an afternoon. Where we together weathered many a storm Laughin' an' singin' till the early hours of the morn. By the old wooden stove where our hats was hung Our words was told, our songs was sung Where we longed for nothin' an' were satisfied Jokin' an' talkin' about the world outside. With hungry hearts thru the heat an' cold We never much thought we could get very old We thought we could sit forever in fun An' our chances really was a million to one. As easy it was to tell black from white It was all that easy to tell wrong from right An' our choices they was few so the thoughts never hit That the one road we travelled would ever shatter or split. How many a year has passed an' gone Many a gamble has been lost an' won An' many a road taken by many a first friend An' each one i've never seen again. 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.

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Bob Dylan's Dream 2

8 Feb 1963 THE BANJO TAPE & NYC TOWN HALL (T-452) BURN SOME MORE (vinyl bootleg)

Basement of Gerde's Folk City, NYC - 8.feb.1963 While ridin' 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 to the room Where my friends and I'd spent many an afternoon. Where my friends an' I weathered many a storm, Laughin' and singin' till the early hours of the morn. By the old wooden stove where our hats was hung Our words were told, our songs were sung [mumbling] Making jokes about the world outside. With hungry hearts through the heat and cold We never much thought we could ever get old We thought we could sit there forever in fun But our chances really was a million to one. How many a year has passed and gone, An' many a gamble has been lost and won And many a road taken by many a friend And each one I have never, ever seen again. 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 gladly if our lives could be like that.

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Bob Dylan's Dream 3

Apr 1963 THE WITMARK DEMOS:     THE BOOTLEG SERIES Vol. 9 / 1962-1964 THROUGH A BULLET OF LIGHT [Witmark Demos] (T-378) 12 Apr 1963 LIVE 1962-1966     Rare Performances From The Copyright Collections THE BANJO TAPE & NYC TOWN HALL #2 (T-452) STOLEN MOMENTS:     New York Town Hall 12th April 1963 (T-978) ACOUSTIC SET N.Y.C. 1963 (T-109) BLACK NITE CRASH (vinyl bootleg)

Witmark Studio, NYC - april 1963 Town Hall, NYC - 12.apr.1963 While ridin' on a train goin' west I fell asleep for to take my rest I dreamed a dream that made me sad Concernin' myself an' the first few friends i've had. With half damp eyes i stared to the room Where my friends an' i spent many an afternoon Where we together weathered many a storm Laughin' an' singin' till the early hours of the morn. By the old wooden stove where our hats was hung Our words were told, our songs was sung Where we longed for nothin' an' were quite satisfied Talkin' an jokin' an' about world outside. With hungry hearts thru the heat an' cold We never much thought we could ever get old We thought we could sit forever in fun An' our chances really was a million to one. As easy it was to tell black from white It was all that easy to tell wrong from right An' our choices were few and the thoughts never hit That the one road we travelled would ever shatter and split. How many a year has passed an' gone An' many a gamble has been lost an' won An' many a road taken by many a friend An' each one i've never seen again. 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.

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Bob Dylan's Dream 4

25 Apr 1963 IN THE PINES (T-645)

The Bear, Chicago IL - 25.apr.1963 While ridin' on a train goin' west I fell asleep for to take my rest. I dreamed a dream that made me sad Concernin' myself an' the first few friends i had. With half damp eyes i stared to the room Where my friends an' i spent many an afternoon. Where we together weathered many a storm Laughin' an' singin' till the early hours of the morn. By the old wooden stove where our hats was hung Our words was told 'n' our songs was sung Where we longed for nothin' an' were quite satisfied Laughin' an' talkin' about the world outside. As easy it was to tell black from white It was all that easy to tell wrong from right An' our choices they was few an' the thoughts never hit That the one road we travelled would ever shatter or split. How many a year has passed an' gone Many a gamble has been lost an' won An' many a road taken by many a friend An' each one i've never seen again. 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.