Chimes Of Freedom
Far between sundown's finish an' midnight's broken toll
We ducked inside the doorway, thunder crashing
As
majestic bells of bolts struck shadows in the sounds
Seeming to be the chimes of freedom flashing
Flashing for the warriors
whose strength is not to fight
Flashing for the refugees on the unarmed road of flight
An' for each an' ev'ry underdog
soldier in the night
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.
In the city's melted furnace, unexpectedly we watched
With faces hidden while the walls were tightening
As
the echo of the wedding bells before the blowin' rain
Dissolved into the bells of the lightning
Tolling for the rebel,
tolling for the rake
Tolling for the luckless, the abandoned an' forsaked
Tolling for the outcast, burnin' constantly
at stake
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.
Starry-eyed an' laughing as I recall when we were caught
Trapped by no track of hours for they hanged
suspended
As we listened one last time an' we watched with one last look
Spellbound an' swallowed 'til the tolling ended
Tolling
for the aching ones whose wounds cannot be nursed
For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an' worse
An'
for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.
by Bob Dylan
Chimes Of Freedom
Far between sundown's finish an' midnight's broken toll
We ducked inside the doorway, thunder crashing
As
majestic bells of bolts struck shadows in the sounds
Seeming to be the chimes of freedom flashing
Flashing for the warriors
whose strength is not to fight
Flashing for the refugees on the unarmed road of flight
An' for each an' ev'ry underdog
soldier in the night
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.
In the city's melted furnace, unexpectedly we watched
With faces hidden while the walls were tightening
As
the echo of the wedding bells before the blowin' rain
Dissolved into the bells of the lightning
Tolling for the rebel,
tolling for the rake
Tolling for the luckless, the abandoned an' forsaked
Tolling for the outcast, burnin' constantly
at stake
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.
Through the mad mystic hammering of the wild ripping hail
The sky cracked its poems in naked wonder
That
the clinging of the church bells blew far into the breeze
Leaving only bells of lightning and its thunder
Striking for
the gentle, striking for the kind
Striking for the guardians and protectors of the mind
An' the unpawned painter behind
beyond his rightful time
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.
Through the wild cathedral evening the rain unraveled tales
For the disrobed faceless forms of no position
Tolling
for the tongues with no place to bring their thoughts
All down in taken-for-granted situations
Tolling for the deaf
an' blind, tolling for the mute
Tolling for the mistreated, mateless mother, the mistitled prostitute
For the misdemeanor
outlaw, chased an' cheated by pursuit
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.
Even though a cloud's white curtain in a far-off corner flashed
An' the hypnotic splattered mist was
slowly lifting
Electric light still struck like arrows, fired but for the ones
Condemned to drift or else be kept from
drifting
Tolling for the searching ones, on their speechless, seeking trail
For the lonesome-hearted lovers with too
personal a tale
An' for each unharmful, gentle soul misplaced inside a jail
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom
flashing.
Starry-eyed an' laughing as I recall when we were caught
Trapped by no track of hours for they hanged
suspended
As we listened one last time an' we watched with one last look
Spellbound an' swallowed 'til the tolling ended
Tolling
for the aching ones whose wounds cannot be nursed
For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an' worse
An'
for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.
by Bob Dylan
