The call of my master compelled me from home
No kindred or relative nigh
I met the contagion and sank to the tomb
My soul flew to mansions on high
Go tell my companion and children most dear
To weep not for me, now I’m gone
The same hand that led me through seas most severe
Has kindly assisted me home
Bob Dylan, “What Was It You Wanted?” Oh Mercy, September 18, 1989.
Bob Dylan, “Shooting Star” Oh Mercy, September 18, 1989.
with Thanks as ever to O My Soul for the suggestions . . . . . . . great to end the day with
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