Lyrics don’t get any better than the lyrics of “All along the Watchtower” by Bob Dylan
For example, “So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late”.
Lyrics to “All along the Watchtower”
“There must be some 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 distance a wildcat did growl
Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl
Habakkuk 2:1 I will stand on my WATCHTOWER,
and take up my post on my battlements,
watching to see what he will say to me,
what answer he will make to my complaints.
A wonderful reminder that G-d’s glory and beauty shine forth through the crime and cover-up that is so pervasive in Aruba.
Nothing can “cover up” His majestic artwork.
Thanks for the light house. When you go to my site you will understand.
Blessings,
Manny
Beautiful images, you have a good eye.
Great images Skip. When do we get your guitar downloads?
Patrick will have to provide those. 🙂
Lyrics don’t get any better than the lyrics of “All along the Watchtower” by Bob Dylan
For example, “So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late”.
Lyrics to “All along the Watchtower”
“There must be some 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 distance a wildcat did growl
Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl
Bob Dylan must have been reading Habakkuk 2:1:
Habakkuk 2:1 I will stand on my WATCHTOWER,
and take up my post on my battlements,
watching to see what he will say to me,
what answer he will make to my complaints.