by Bob Dylan



Far Away where the soft wind blow,

Far away from it all,

There is a place you go

Where teardrops fall.



Far away in the stormy night,

Far away and over the wall,

You are there in the flickering light

Where teardrops fall.



We banged the drum slowly

And played the fife lowly

You know the song in my heart

Bridge: In the turning of twilight

In the shadows of moonlight

You can show me a new place to start



I've torn my clothes and I've drained the cup

Strippin' away at it all,

Thinking of you when the sun comes up

Where teardrops fall.



By rivers of blindness,

In love and with kindness

We could hold up s toast if we meet

Bridge: To the cuttin' of fences

To sharpen the senses

That linger in the fireball heat.



Roses are red, violets are blue

And time is beginning to crawl,

I just might have to come see you

Where teardrops fall