Ballad in Plain D Bob Dylan
From 'Another Side Of Bob Dylan' 1964.
Intro: E
[E]I once loved a g[D]irl, her skin it was b[E]ronze.
[E]With the innocence of a lamb, she was gentle like a [D]fawn.
[E]I courted her proudly but now she is go[D]ne,
Gone as the season she[E]'s taken.
[E]Through young s[D]ummer's breeze, I stole her away
[E]From her mother and sister, though close did they st[D]ay.
[E]Each one of them suffering from the failures of their [D]day,
With strings of guilt they trie[E]d hard to guide us.
[E]Of the two sisters,[D] I loved the young.
[E]With sensitive instincts, she was the creative on[D]e.
[E]The constant scapegoat, she was easily un[D]done
By the jealousy of others ar[E]ound her.
[E]For her parasite sister, [D]I had no respect,
[E]Bound by her boredom, her pride to pr[D]otect.
[E]Countless visions of the other she'd r[D]eflect
As a crutch for her scenes and h[E]er society.
[E]Myself, for what I did, I [D]cannot be excused,
[E]The changes I was going through can't even be us[D]ed,
[E]For the lies that I told her in hopes not to los[D]e
The could-be dream-lover of m[E]y lifetime.
[E]With unknown consciousness[D], I possessed in my grip
[E]A magnificent mantelpiece, though its heart being c[D]hipped,
[E]Noticing not that I'd already sl[D]ipped
To a sin of love's fa[E]lse security.
[E]From silhouetted anger to man[D]ufactured peace,
[E]Answers of emptiness, voi[D]ce vacancies,
[E]Till the tombstones of damage read me no questions but, "Pl[D]ease,
What's wrong and what's [E]exactly the matter?"
[E]And so it did happen like it could have been f[D]oreseen,
[E]The timeless explosion of fa[D]ntasy's dream.
[E]At the peak of the night, the king and the [D]queen
Tumbled all down into p[E]ieces.
[E]"The tragic figure!" her s[D]ister did shout,
[E]"Leave her alone, God damn you, g[D]et out!"
[E]And I in my armor, turnin[D]g about
And nailing her to the ruins of her[E] pettiness.
[E]Beneath a bare light bulb the p[D]laster did pound
[E]Her sister and I in a screaming ba[D]ttleground.
[E]And she in between, the vi[D]ctim of sound,
Soon shattered as a child 'neath her [E]shadows.
[E]All is gone, all is gone, admit it, t[D]ake flight.
[E]I gagged twice, doubled, tears bl[D]inding my sight.
[E]My mind it was mangled, I ran into [D]the night
Leaving all of love's ashe[E]s behind me.
[E]The wind knocks my window, th[D]e room it is wet.
[E]The words to say I'm sorry, I hav[D]en't found yet.
[E]I think of her often and hope [D]whoever she's met
Will be fully aware of how preci[E]ous she is.
[E]Ah, my friends from the prison, the[D]y ask unto me,
[E]"How good, how good does it feel to be[D] free?"
[E]And I answer them most [D]mysteriously,
"Are birds free from the ch[E]ains of the skyway?"
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