All
Along The Watchtower
"There must
be some kind of way out of here,"
said the
joker to the thief,
"There's
too much confusion,
I can't
get no relief.
Businessmen
they drink my wine,
plowmen
dig my earth
None of
them along the line know what any of it is worth"
"No reason
to get excited,"
the thief,
he kindly spoke
"There are
many here among us
who feel
that life is but a joke
But you
and I, we've been through that
and this
is not our fate
So let us
not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late"
All along
the watchtower
Princes
kept the view
While all
the women came and went
Barefoot
servants, too
Outside in
the cold distance
A wildcat
did growl
Two riders
were approaching
And the
wind began to howl
