My heart's in the Highlands at the break of dawn; By the beautiful lake of the Black Swan; Big white clouds, like chariots that swing down low; Well my heart's in the Highlands; Only place left to go
The Bootleg Series Vol. 15: Travelin’ Thru, 1967–1969
Bob Dylan – Live at the Newport Folk Festival
All he believes are his eyes, And his eyes, they just tell him lies
Christmas in the Heart
Most Likely You Go Your Way (And I’ll Go Mine)
You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
The Bootleg Series, Vol 7: No Direction Home
Blood In My Eyes
At dawn my lover comes to me; And tells me of her dreams; With no attempts to shovel the glimpse; Into the ditch of what each one means
The Bootleg Series, Vol. 11: The Basement Tapes RAW
Beyond Here Lies Nothin’
The sky is trembling, And I must leave.
Triplicate
Things Have Changed
Silver and gold; Won't buy back the beat of a heart grown cold
Time out of Mind
Jokerman
In the home of the brave
Jefferson turnin’ over in his grave
Real Live
When The Night Comes Falling From The Sky
I'm goin' down to Tennessee,; Get me a truck 'r somethin'.; Gonna save my money and rip it up!
Bringing It All Back Home
Thunder On The Mountain
Don't trust me to show you the truth; When the truth may only be ashes and dust.
Under the Red Sky
When The Deal Goes Down
Where black is the color, where none is the number
Springtime in New York: The Bootleg Series, Vol. 16 (1980-1985)
Must Be Santa
don't criticize; what you can't understand.
The Original Mono Recordings
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You could ride like Annie Oakley,; You could shoot like Belle Starr.
MTV Unplugged
Series Of Dreams
Always on the outside of whatever side there was,; When they asked him why it had to be that way, "Well," he answered, "just because."
Fallen Angels
Tangled Up In Blue
If I had wings and I could fly,; I know where I would go.
The Bootleg Series Vol. 17: Fragments – Time Out of Mind Sessions (1996–1997)
We pointed out the way to go; And scratched your name in sand,; Though you just thought it was nothing more; Than a place for you to stand.
Down in the Groove
My so-called friends have fallen under a spell.; They look me squarely in the eye and they say, "All is well."; Can they imagine the darkness that will fall from on high; When men will beg God to kill them and they won't be able to die?
Blonde on Blonde
At the corrida we'll sit in the shade; And watch the young torero stand alone.; We'll drink tequila where our grandfathers stayed; When they rode with Villa into Torreon.
New Morning
And, when I was through; I filled up my shoe; And brought it to you.
The Times They Are A-Changin’
In the hills of mystery,; In the foggy web of destiny,; You can have what's left of me,; Where we were born in time.
