floor I'd be sad and blue If not for you If not for you, babe, I'd lay awake all night Wait for the mornin' light to shine in through But it would not be new
Time passes slowly up here in the mountains We sit beside bridges and walk beside fountains Catch the wild fishes that float through the stream Time passes
blue On this new mornin', new mornin' On this new mornin' with you New mornin', new mornin', new mornin' New mornin', new mornin', new mornin' New mornin
Aaa, ooh, ooh Aaa, ooh, ooh Aaa, ooh, ooh Aaa, ooh, ooh Father of night, Father of day Father who taketh the darkness away Father who teacheth the bird
The man in me will do nearly any task And as for compensation, there's a little he would ask Take a woman like you To get through to the man in me Storm
If dogs run free, then why not we Across the swooping plain? My ears hear a symphony Of two mules, trains and rain The best is always yet to come That
Sign on the window says, "Lonely" Sign on the door said, "No company allowed" Sign on the street says, "You don't own me" Sign on the porch says, "Three
Went to see the gypsy Stayin' in a big hotel He smiled when he saw me coming And he said "Well, well, well" His room was dark and crowded Lights were
Winterlude, winterlude, oh darlin' Winterlude by the road tonight Tonight there will be no quarrelin' Ev'rything is gonna be all right Oh, I see by the
Three angels up above the street Each one playing a horn Dressed in green robes with wings that stick out They're been there since Christmas morn' The
Oh, the benches were stained with tears and perspiration The birdies were flyin' from tree to tree There was little to say, there was no conversation
Slippin' and slidin' like a weasel on the run I'm lookin' good to see you yea, and we can have some fun One more weekend, one more weekend with you One
new morning, new morning On this new morning with you. So happy just to be alive Underneath the sky of blue On this new morning, new morning On this
Превод: Дилън, Боб. Нова сутрин.
: Oh, the benches were stained with tears and perspiration, The birdies were flying from tree to tree. There was little to say, there was no conversation
: Time passes slowly up here in the mountains, We sit beside bridges and walk beside fountains, Catch the wild fishes that float through the stream,
