Caribbean Wind lyrics

Artist  : Bob Dylan 
Song : Caribbean Wind
 
She was the rose of sharon from paradise lost
From the city of seven hills near the place of
the cross.
I was playing a show in miami in the theater of
divine comedy.
Told about jesus, told about the rain,
She told me about the jungle where her brothers
were slain
By a man who danced on the roof of the embassy.

Was she a child or a woman, I can’t say which
From one to another she could to easily switch
We went into the wall to where the long arm of
the law could not reach.
Could I been used and played as a pawn? 
It certainly was possible as the gay night wore
on
Where men bathed in perfume and celebrated free
speech.

And them caribbean winds still blow from nassau
to mexico
Fanning the flames in the furnace of desire
And them distant ships of liberty on them iron
waves so bold and free,
Bringing everything that’s near to me nearer to
the fire.

She looked into my soul through the clothes that
I wore
She said, "we got a mutual friend over by
the door,
And you know he’s got our best interest in
mind."
He was well connected but her heart was a snare
And she had left him to die in there,
There were payments due and he was a little
behind.

The cry of the peacock, flies buzz my head,
Ceiling fan broken, there’s a heat in my bed,
Street band playing "nearer my God to
thee."
We met at the steeple where the mission bells
ring,
She said, "i know what you’re thinking, but
there ain’t a thing
You can do about it, so let us just agree to
agree."

And them caribbean winds still blow from nassau
to mexico
Fanning the flames in the furnace of desire
And them distant ships of liberty on them iron
waves so bold and free,
Bringing everything that’s near to me nearer to
the fire.

Atlantic city by the cold grey sea
I hear a voice crying, "daddy," I
always think it’s for me,
But it’s only the silence in the buttermilk hills
that call.
Every new messenger brings evil report
’bout armies on the march and time that is short
And famines and earthquakes and hatred written
upon walls.

Would I have married her? I don’t know, I
suppose.
She had bells in her braids and they hung to her
toes
But I kept hearing my name and I had to be movin’
on.
I saw screws break loose, saw the devil pound
tin,
I saw a house in the country being torn from
within.
I heard my ancestors calling from the land far
beyond.

And them caribbean winds still blow from nassau
to mexico
Fanning the flames in the furnace of desire
And them distant ships of liberty on them iron
waves so bold and free,
Bringing everything that’s near to me nearer to
the fire.