Текст песни Marchin' to the City - Bob Dylan

Snowflakes are falling
On my head
Lord, have mercy
It feels heavy as lead

I've been hit too hard
And I've seen too much
Nothing can heal me now
But your touch

Once I had a pretty girl, she did me wrong
I'm marching to the city bus and the road ain't long

Loneliness
Got a mind of its own
The more people around
More you feel alone

Well, I'm chained to the earth
Like a silent slave
I'm trying to break free
Out of death's dark cave

Once I had a pretty girl, she did me wrong
Now I'm marching to the city bus and the road ain't long

Boys in the street
Beginning to play
Girls, like birds
Flying away

I'm carrying the roses
That were given to me
Thinking 'bout paradise
Wondering what it might be

Once I had a pretty girl, she did me wrong
Now I'm marching to the city bus and the road ain't long

Clouds in the skies
Looks like rain
Tired of talking
Tried to explain

When I'm gone
You'll remember my name
I'm gonna win my way
To wealth and fame

Once I had a pretty girl, she did me wrong
I'm marching to the city bus and the road ain't long

I was hoping
That we'd never part
You took the madness
Out of my heart

I was hoping we could drink from
Life's clear streams
I was hoping we could dream
Life's pleasant dreams

Once I had a pretty girl and she did me wrong
Now I'm marching to the city bus and the road ain't long