by Bob Dylan



If dogs run free, then why not we

Across the swooping plain?

My ears hear a symphony

Of two mules, trains and rain.

The best is always yet to come,

That's what they explain to me.

Just do your thing, you'll be king,

If dogs run free.



If dogs run free, why not me

Across the swamp of time?

My mind weaves a symphony

And tapestry of rhyme.

Oh, winds which rush my tale to thee

So it may flow and be,

To each his own, it's all unknown,

If dogs run free.



If dogs run free, then what must be,

Must be, and that is all.

True love can make a blade of grass

Stand up straight and tall.

In harmony with the cosmic sea,

True love needs no company,

It can cure the soul, it can make it whole,

If dogs run free.