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"Caribbean Wind" is a track by Bob Dylan, from the album Biograph, released 7th November 1985. Full lyrics are available below.
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[Verse 1] She was the rose of Sharon from paradise lost From the city of seven hills near the place of the cross I was playing a show in Miami in the theater of divine comedy Told about Jesus, told about the rain She told me about the jungle where her brothers were slain By a man who had been dying and disappeared so mysteriously [Verse 2] Was she a child or an angel? Did we go too far Were we sniper bait? Did we follow a star? To a hole in the wall wall to where the long arm of the law can not reach? Could I been used and played as a pawn? It certainly was possible as the gay night wore on Where men bathed in perfume and practiced the hopes of free speech [Chorus] And them Caribbean winds still blow from Nassau to Mexico Fanning the flames in the furnace of desire And them distant ships of liberty on them iron waves so bold and free Bringing everything that’s near to me nearer to the fire [Verse 3] Sea breeze blowing, there's a hell hound loose Bringing men who have escaped from the noose Patience, faith, and salvation, waiting on the night to arrive He was well connected but her heart was a snare And she had left him to die in there He was going down slow and just barely staying alive [Verse 4] The cry of the peacock, flies buzz my head Ceiling fan broken, there’s a heat in my bed Street band playing “Nearer My God to Thee” We met at the steeple where the mission bells ring She said, “I know what you’re thinking, but there ain’t a thing You can do about it, so let us just agree to agree” [Chorus] And them Caribbean winds still blow from Nassau to Mexico Fanning the flames in the furnace of desire And them distant ships of liberty on them iron waves so bold and free Bringing everything that’s near to me nearer to the fire [Verse 5] Atlantic City by the cold grey sea I hear a voice crying, “Daddy,” I always think it’s for me But it’s only the silence in the buttermilk hills that call Every new messenger brings evil report ’Bout armies on the march and time that is short And famines and earthquakes and train wrecks and the tearin' down of the wall [Verse 6] Did you ever have a dream that you couldn't explain? Ever meet your accusers face to face in the rain? She had rum-brown eyes that I won't forget as long as she's gone I see screws breakin' loose, see the devil poundin' tin See a house in the country being torn from within I can hear my ancestors calling from the land far beyond [Chorus] And them Caribbean winds still blow from Nassau to Mexico Fanning the flames in the furnace of desire And them distant ships of liberty on them iron waves so bold and free Bringing everything that’s near to me nearer to the fire
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