“Every day your memory grows dimmer It doesn’t haunt me like it did before I’ve been walking through the middle of nowhere Trying to get to heaven before they close the door”
(Bob Dylan in Tryin’ to get to heaven) Orp-Jauche (B)
“And much I marvel now how men Can waste their fleeting days in greed; That one man should desire more gold Than twenty men should truly need; For is not this green tent more sweet Than any chamber of the great?”
“I’ve roamed and rambled, and I’ve followed my footsteps To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts And all around me a voice was sounding This land was made for you and me”
(Bob Dylan in This land is your land) Bassenge (B)