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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Vocals
Madelyn Quebec
Madelyn Quebec
Vocals
Stuart Kimball
Stuart Kimball
Electric Guitar
Bashiri Johnson
Bashiri Johnson
Percussion
Sly Dunbar
Sly Dunbar
Drums
Richard Scher
Richard Scher
Synthesizer
Robbie Shakespeare
Robbie Shakespeare
Bass
Urban Blight Horns
Urban Blight Horns
Horn
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Producer
George Tutko
George Tutko
Engineer
Judy Feltus
Judy Feltus
Engineer
Josh Abbey
Josh Abbey
Recording Engineer
Arthur Baker
Arthur Baker
Engineer

Lyrics

You can look out across the fields, see me returning Smoke is in your eye, you draw a smile From the fireplace where all my letters to you are burning You've had time to think about it for a while I walked 200 miles, now look me over It's the end of the chase and the moon is high It don't matter who loves who Either you love me or I love you When the night comes falling from the sky I can see through your walls and I know you're hurting Sorrow covers you up like a cape Only yesterday I know that you've been flirting With disaster that you somehow managed to escape Oh, well I can't provide for you no easy answer Who are you that I should have to lie? You'll know everything, my love That my love heads up above When the night comes falling from the sky I can hear your trembling heart beat like a river But recently, you've got to seen it all But you're disappointed now with those who did not deliver But it was you who set yourself up for a fall I've seen thousands who could have overcome the darkness For the love of a lousy buck, I've watched them die Stick around, baby, we're not through Don't look for me, I'll see you When the night comes falling from the sky In your teardrops I can see my own reflection Luck was with me when I crossed the border line I don't wanna be a fool that's starving for affection I don't wanna drown in someone else's wine For all eternity I think I will remember That world full of laugh that's in your eye You will seek me and you'll find me in the wasteland of your mind When the night comes falling from the sky Well, I gave to you my heart, that's fair intention Suffering seem to fit you like a glove I'm so tired of those who use you for their own pleasure When my memory is not so short Well, this time I'm asking for freedom Freedom from a world that you denied And you give it to me now, I'll take it anyhow When the night comes falling from the sky
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