Lyric discussion by iancarr 

A Beautiful Song, means so much and striking different cords wherever it is heard.

For me, one night late, listening to Dylan, the bridge at midnight trembled.

It was as if the very stillness of the warm night air began to tremble - it was so full of the richness of life and of the song that it could no longer remain still. Dylan's song captured my heart that night. The drunken country doctor, coming home from his rounds in his horse drawn buggy, stopped on the bridge, his ramblings part of the deep dark quietness of the trees, the hills and the shimmering stars. The country bankers' nieces, warm in their beds, and lost in an innocence of impossible dreams.

Then the change: For Dylan, the elements of nature forever beyond man's call, come crashing in. The wind, the cold, the wet - the hardness of life - bringing even the beauty of his love - the one who speaks like silence, who speaks softly - to his window, like some raven with a broken wing.

“If I wasn't Bob Dylan, I'd probably think that Bob Dylan has a lot of answers myself.”

-B. Dylan

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