Bob Dylan's Dream - Witmark Demo - 1963

While riding on a train goin' west
 I fell asleep for to take my rest
 I dreamed a dream that made me sad
 Concerning myself and the first few friends I had
 With half-damp eyes, I stared to the room
 Where my friends and I spent many an afternoon
 Where we together weathered many a storm
 Laughin' and singin' till the early hours of the morn
 By the old wooden stove our hats was hung
 Our words was told, our songs was sung
 Where we longed for nothin' and were satisfied
 Jokin' and talkin' about the world outside
 With hungry hearts through the heat and cold
 We never much thought we could get very old
 We thought we could sit forever in fun
 And our chances really was a million to one
 As easy, it was to tell black from white
 It was all that easy to tell wrong from right
 And our choices there was few
 So the thought never hit
 At the one road we travelled, we ever shatter or split
 How many a year has passed and gone?
 Many a gamble has been lost and won
 And many a road taken by many a first friend
 And each one I've never seen again
 I wish, I wish, I wish in vain
 That we could sit simply in that room again
 Ten thousand dollars at the drop of a hat
 I'd give it all gladly if our lives could be like that