Текст песни Bob Dylan's Dream - Roger Whittaker

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 that I had.

With half-damp eyes I stare in 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 where our hats was hung,
Our words were told, our songs were sung,
Where we longed for nothin' and were quite satisfied.
Laughin' and a-jokin′ bout the wigged world outside.

Now many a year has passed and gone
And 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.

If our lives could be like that. . .
If our lives could be like that. . .
If our lives could be like that. . .