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(words by Bob Dylan; tune of "Lord Franklin")

(music to go here)

While riding on a train going west,
I fell asleep to take my rest,
I dreamed a dream that made me sad,
Concernin' myself, and the first few friends I had.

With half-damp eyes I looked into the room
Where my friends and I spent many an afternoon,
We were together, through many a storm,
Laughing and singing, till the early hours of the morn.

By the old wood stove our hats was hung,
Our words was said, our songs was sung,
We longed for nothing, we were satisfied,
Joking and talking, 'bout the world outside.

With hungry hearts through heat and cold,
We never much thought we would get very old,
We thought we could sit forever in fun,
When our chances was really a million to one.

As easy as it is to tell black from white
It was all that easy to tell wrong from right,
Our choices was few, so the thought never hit
That the one road we travelled would ever shatter or split.

Now many a year has passed and gone,
And many a gamble's 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 like that again,
Ten thousand dollars at the drop of a hat,
I'd give it all gladly if our lives could be like that.

(from miriam berg's folksong collection)