Neil, Dylan & Me (Live At FCL '23) Lyrics

Lately I found myself heading through the wind I once feared

And the thought that something's mine blows in my ambition's sails

Yet I know that you'll be here on your bobtailed chestnut mare

And perhaps the night watchman

Will see me arrive

With my red boots on

Proudly singing

Neil, Dylan & friends

Neil, Dylan & friends

In the maritime jargon there's a saying, my friend told me

So it goes: "the sea's beauty compensates for its cruelty"

I told him "son you're right; the casket's empty and the sails are tight"

So perhaps the night watchman

Will see me arrive

With my tired eyes

Proudly singing

Neil, Dylan & friends

Neil, Dylan & friends

Now you know Ulysses did not bother standing tall

Like that ghost in my dreams telling me I'm not awake

Yet he had to throw the dice; yes he had to pay the price

Then perhaps the night watchman

Will see me arrive

With my friends around

Proudly singing

Neil, Dylan & friends

Neil, Dylan & me