Listen to Moonlight by Bob Dylan

Moonlight

Bob Dylan

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Bob Dylan - Moonlight (Official Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Vocals
Jeremy Welch
Jeremy Welch
Conductor
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jack Frost
Jack Frost
Producer

Lyrics

The seasons they are turning and my sad heart is yearning To hear again the songbird's sweet melodious tone Won't you meet me out in the moonlight alone The dusky light the day is losing Orchids, poppies, black eyed susan The earth and sky that melts with flesh and bone Won't you meet me out in the moonlight alone The air is thick and heavy all along the levee Where the geese into the countryside have flown Won't you meet me out in the moonlight alone Well, I'm preaching peace and harmony The blessings of tranquility Yet I know when the time is right to strike I take you 'cross the river, dear You've no need to linger here I know the kinds of things you like The clouds are turning crimson, the leaves fall from the limbs The branches cast their shadows over stone Won't you meet me out in the moonlight alone The boulevards of cypress trees, the masquerade of birds and bees The petals pink and white, the wind has blown Won't you meet me out in the moonlight alone The trailing moss in mystic glow, the purple blossom soft as snow My tears keep flowing to the sea Doctor, lawyer, indian chief, it takes a thief to catch a thief For whom does the bell toll for, love? It tolls for you and me Old pulse's running through my palm, the sharp hills are rising from Yellow fields with twisted oaks that grow Won't you meet me out in the moonlight alone
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