All Along the Watchtower
words and music by Bob Dylan
“There must be some way out of here,” said the joker to the thief
“There’s too much confusion, I can’t get no relief
Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth
None of them along the line know what any of it is worth”
“No reason to get excited,” the thief, he kindly spoke
“There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke
But you and I, we’ve been through that, and this is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late”
All along the watchtower, princes kept the view
While all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too
Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl
Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl
Copyright © 1968 by Dwarf Music; renewed 1996 by Dwarf Music
Isaiah 21:1-2a, 4b-19
The oracle concerning the wilderness of the sea.
As whirlwinds in the Negeb sweep on, it comes from the desert, from a terrible land.
A stern vision is told to me; the plunderer plunders,
and the destroyer destroys.
The twilight I longed for has ben turned for me into trembling.
They prepare the table, they spread the rubs, they eat, they drink.
Arise, O princes, oil the shield
For thus the Lord said to me:
“Go, set a watchman, let him announce what he sees.
When he sees riders, horsemen in pairs, riders on asses,
riders on camels, let him listen diligently, very diligently.”
Then he who saw cried: “Upon a watchtower I stand, O Lord,
continually by day, and at my post I am stationed whole nights.
And behold, here come riders, horsemen in pairs!”
And he answered, “Fallen is Babylon;
and all the images of her gods he has shattered to the ground.”