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Lay Down Your Weary Tune |
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Bob Dylan |
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Lay down your weary tune, lay down, |
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Lay down the song you strum, |
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And rest yourself 'neath the strength of strings |
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No voice can hope to hum. |
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Struck by the sounds before the sun, |
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I knew the night had gone. |
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The morning breeze like a bugle blew |
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Against the drums of dawn. |
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Lay down your weary tune, lay down, |
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Lay down the song you strum, |
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And rest yourself 'neath the strength of strings |
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No voice can hope to hum. |
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The ocean wild like an organ played, |
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The seaweed's wove its strands. |
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The crashin' waves like cymbals clashed |
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Against the rocks and sands. |
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Lay down your weary tune, lay down, |
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Lay down the song you strum, |
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And rest yourself 'neath the strength of strings |
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No voice can hope to hum. |
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I stood unwound beneath the skies |
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And clouds unbound by laws. |
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The cryin' rain like a trumpet sang |
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And asked for no applause. |
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Lay down your weary tune, lay down, |
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Lay down the song you strum, |
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And rest yourself 'neath the strength of strings |
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No voice can hope to hum. |
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The last of leaves fell from the trees |
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And clung to a new love's breast. |
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The branches bare like a banjo played |
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To the winds that listened best. |
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I gazed down in the river's mirror |
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And watched its winding strum. |
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The water smooth ran like a hymn |
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And like a harp did hum. |
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Lay down your weary tune, lay down, |
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Lay down the song you strum, |
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And rest yourself 'neath the strength of strings |
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No voice can hope to hum. |