| Lyrics: | by Bob Dylan
Time passes slowly up here in the mountains,
We sit beside bridges and
walk beside fountains,
Catch the wild fishes that float through the stream,
Time passes
slowly when you're lost in a dream.
Once I had a sweetheart, she was fine and
good-lookin',
We sat in her kitchen while her mama was cookin',
Stared out the window to
the stars high above,
Time passes slowly when you're searchin' for love.
Ain't no
reason to go in a wagon to town,
Ain't no reason to go to the fair.
Ain't no reason to go
up, ain't no reason to go down,
Ain't no reason to go anywhere.
Time passes slowly
up here in the daylight,
We stare straight ahead and try so hard to stay right,
Like the
red rose of summer that blooms in the day,
Time passes slowly and fades away |
