paroles de chanson All Along the Watchtower (Live) - Bear McCreary

"There must be some kind of way out of here"
Said the joker to the thief
There′s too much confusion
I can't get no relief

Business men, they drink my wine
Plowmen dig my earth
None of them will level on the line
No one any offered his word

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 stop talkin' falsely now
The hour's getting late", yes it is, hey

Here we go
C′mon

All along the watchtower
The 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, yeah

All along the watchtower
All along the watchtower