At the Drop of a Hat Revisited

Here’s a song using our latest Idiom of the Week – the lyrics are below:

“Bob Dylan’s Dream”

Bob Dylan

While riding on a train goin’ 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 we together 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

Where we longed for nothin’ and were satisfied

Jokin’ and talkin’ about the world outside

 

With hungry hearts through the heat and cold

We never much thought we could get very old

We thought we could sit forever in fun

But 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

And our choices they was few so the thought never hit

That the one road we traveled would ever shatter and split

 

How many a year has passed and gone?

Many a gamble has been lost and won

And many a road taken by many a first friend

And 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