Mr. Tambourine Man (Live at the Newport Folk Festival. 1964)

Hey! Mr. Tambourine man, play a song for me I’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going to Hey! Mr. Tambourine man, play a song for me In the jingle jangle morning I’ll come following you Though I know that evening’s empire has returned into sand Vanished from my hand Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping My weariness amazes me, I’m branded on my feet I have no one to meet And the ancient empty street’s too dead for dreaming Hey! Mr. Tambourine man, play a song for me I’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going to Hey! Mr. Tambourine man, play a song for me In the jingle jangle morning I’ll come following you Take me on a trip upon your magic swirling ship My senses have been stripped My hands can’t feel to grip My toes too numb to step Wait only for my boot heels to be wandering I’m ready to go anywhere, I’m ready for to fade Into my own parade Cast your dancing