Pablo Dylan Strands Of Time
I
Mem'ries are like a procession
On the wine dark sea they roll
As waves, they crumble into one another
Adorned in coats of gold
Such mad pursuit's in the city
I struggled to escape
To the land of my mother and father
They'll wrestle in me always
But when my long hour is over, just when I cross the line
Bury me inside that valley, beneath the strands of time
II
That night silence was in the air
Fair love was in the trees
There was not but one wind on
The seas of mortality
I'm tossed and I'm torn up
I wish she would have stayed
Now I can't even walk past
The place where she laid
But when my long hour is over, just when I cross the line
Bury me inside that valley, beneath the strands of time
III
Preacher's spar with words of wonder
Inside the citadel walls
The bells toll unto eternity
And one of them gon' fall
He was gunned down as an outlaw
I saw clouds in the storm
Hilltop in Jerusalem
Pious April morn
But when my long hour is over, just when I cross the line
Bury me inside that valley, beneath the strands of time
IV
I see children in the summer
Fireflies in the skies
The newly wed on the subway
Shades of brown in her eyes
Sacrifice on the altar
Consecrations of fire
Remembrance of the city
The water's getting higher
So when my long hour is over, just when I cross the line
Bury me inside that valley, beneath the strands of time
V
It seems like an illusion
Got an hour on the stage
Somehow its all so bitter now
I'm in an empty haze
When my mind is shattered
Old age has laid to waste
Bury me inside my memory
Yes that would be the place
Yes when my long hour is over, just when I cross the line
Bury me inside that valley, beneath the strands of time
