[00:00.000] 作词 : Bob Dylan
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Bob Dylan
[00:25.751]Well, I'll be damned
[00:28.547]Here comes your ghost again
[00:32.073]But that's not unusual
[00:35.310]It's just that the moon is full
[00:38.469]And you happened to call
[00:43.038]And here I sit
[00:45.912]Hand on the telephone
[00:49.287]Hearing a voice I'd known
[00:52.600]A couple of light years ago
[00:56.118]Heading straight for a fall
[01:03.999]As I remember, your eyes
[01:06.366]Were bluer than robin's eggs
[01:09.742]My poetry was lousy, you said
[01:13.472]Where are you calling from?
[01:16.826]A booth in the Midwest
[01:22.455]Ten years ago I bought you some cufflinks
[01:27.085]You brought me something
[01:30.361]We both know what memories can bring
[01:33.683]They bring diamonds and rust
[01:56.734]Well you burst on the scene
[01:59.085]Already a legend
[02:02.655]The unwashed phenomenon
[02:05.872]The original vagabond
[02:09.318]You strayed into my arms
[02:13.770]And there you stayed
[02:16.034]Temporarily lost at sea
[02:19.425]The Madonna was yours for free
[02:22.998]Yes the girl on the half-shell
[02:26.597]Could keep you unharmed
[02:33.952]Now I see you standing with brown leaves falling around and snow in your hair
[02:40.493]Now you're smiling out the window of that crummy hotel over Washington Square
[02:47.333]Our breath comes out white clouds, mingles and hangs in the air
[02:54.298]Speaking strictly for me, we both could have died then and there
[03:18.458]Now you're telling me
[03:21.542]You're not nostalgic
[03:24.741]Then give me another word for it
[03:28.495]You who are so good with words
[03:31.657]And at keeping things vague
[03:36.058]Because I need some of that vagueness now
[03:38.197]It's all come back too clearly
[03:41.653]Yes I loved you dearly
[03:45.012]And if you're offering me diamonds and rust
[03:48.937]I've already paid

作词 : Bob Dylan
作曲 : Bob Dylan
Well, I'll be damned
Here comes your ghost again
But that's not unusual
It's just that the moon is full
And you happened to call
And here I sit
Hand on the telephone
Hearing a voice I'd known
A couple of light years ago
Heading straight for a fall
As I remember, your eyes
Were bluer than robin's eggs
My poetry was lousy, you said
Where are you calling from?
A booth in the Midwest
Ten years ago I bought you some cufflinks
You brought me something
We both know what memories can bring
They bring diamonds and rust
Well you burst on the scene
Already a legend
The unwashed phenomenon
The original vagabond
You strayed into my arms
And there you stayed
Temporarily lost at sea
The Madonna was yours for free
Yes the girl on the half-shell
Could keep you unharmed
Now I see you standing with brown leaves falling around and snow in your hair
Now you're smiling out the window of that crummy hotel over Washington Square
Our breath comes out white clouds, mingles and hangs in the air
Speaking strictly for me, we both could have died then and there
Now you're telling me
You're not nostalgic
Then give me another word for it
You who are so good with words
And at keeping things vague
Because I need some of that vagueness now
It's all come back too clearly
Yes I loved you dearly
And if you're offering me diamonds and rust
I've already paid