by Bob Dylan



Well, I'm hangin' on to a solid rock

Made before the foundation of the world

And I won't let go, and I can't let go, won't let go

And I can't let go, won't let go, and I can't let go no more.



For me He was chastised, for me He was hated,

For me he was rejected by a world that He created.

Nations are angry, cursed are some,

People are expecting a false peace to come.



Well, I'm hangin' on to a solid rock

Made before the foundation of the world

And I won't let go, and I can't let go, won't let go

And I can't let go, won't let go, and I can't let go no more.



It's the ways of the flesh to war against the spirit

Twenty-four hours a day you can feel it and you can hear it

Using all the devices under the sun.

And He never give up 'til the battle's lost or won.



Well, I'm hangin' on to a solid rock

Made before the foundation of the world

And I won't let go, and I can't let go, won't let go

And I can't let go, won't let go, and I can't let go no more.