Well I wandered alone
Through a desert of stone
And I dreamt of my future wife
My sword's in my hand
And I'm next in command
In this version of Death called Life
My plate and my cup
Are right straight up
I took a rose from the hand of a child
When I kiss your lips
The honey drips
I'm gonna have to put you down for a while
Every day we meet
On any old street
And you're in your girlish prime
The short and the tall
Are coming to the ball
I go there all the time
Behind every tree
There's something to see
The river is wider than a mile
I tried you twice
You can't be nice
I'm gonna have to put you down for a while
Here come the nurse
With money in her purse
Here come the ladies and men
You push it all in
And you've no chance to win
You play 'em on down to the end
I'm laying in the sand
Getting a sunshine tan
Moving along, riding in style
From my toes to my head
You knock me dead
I'm gonna have to put you down for a while
I count the years
And I shed no tears
I'm blinded to what might have been
Nature's voice
Makes my heart rejoice
Play me the wild song of the wind
I found hopeless love
In the room above
When the sun and the weather were riled
You're as fine as wine
I ain't handing you no line
I'm gonna have to put you down for a while
All the merry little elves
Can go hang themselves
My faith is as cold as can be
I'm stacked high to the roof
And I'm not without proof
If you don't believe me, come see
You think I'm blue
I think so, too
In my words you'll find no guile
The game's gotten old
The deck's gone cold
And I'm gonna have to put you down for a while
The game's gotten old
The deck's gone cold
And I'm gonna have to put you down for a while
Writer(s): Bob Dylan
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