Mother Of Muses

Bob Dylan © 2020 Special Rider Music

Rough And Rowdy Days sessions, Sunset Sound Studio LA - January/February 2020 ?  

Mother of muses sing for me
Sing of the mountains and the deep dark sea
Sing of the lakes and the nymphs of the forest 
Sing your hearts out, all ye women of the chorus
Sing of honor and fame and glory be 
Mother of muses sing for me

Mother of muses sing for my heart
Sing of a love too soon to depart 
Sing of the heroes who stood alone 
Whose names are engraved on tablets of stone 
Who struggled with pain so the world could go free
Mother of muses sing for me

Sing of Sherman, Montgomery and Scott
And of Zhukov and Patton and the battles they fought
Who cleared the path for Presley to sing
Who carved the path for Martin Luther King
Who did what they did and they went on their way
Man, I could tell their stories all day

I'm falling in love with Calliope
She don't belong to anyone, why not give her to me
She's speakin' to me, speakin' with her eyes
I've grown so tired of chasing lies
Mother of muses wherever you are
I've already outlived my life by far

Mother of muses unleash your wrath 
Things I can't see, they're blottin' my path 
Show me your wisdom, tell me my fate
Put me upright, make me walk straight 
Forge my identity from the inside out 
You know what I'm talkin' all about

Take me to the river, release your charms
Let me lay down awhile in your sweet lovin' arms
Wake me, shake me, free me from sin
Make me invisible like the wind
Got a mind to ramble, got a mind to roam
I'm travelin' light, and I'm a-slow comin' home.