Hear this Robert Zimmerman
I wrote a song for you
About a strange young man called Dylan
With a voice like sand and glue
Some words in truthful vengeance
Could pin us to the floor
Brought a few more people on
Put the fear in a whole lot more
Chorus:
Ah, here she comes
Here she comes
Here she comes again
The same old painted lady
From the brow of the superbrain
She 'll scratch this world to pieces
As she comes on like an friend
But a couple of songs
From your old scrapbook
Could send her home again
You gave your heart to every bedsit room
At least a picture on the wall
Sat behind a million pair of eyes
And told them how they saw
Then we lost your train of thought
The paintings are all your own
While troubles are rising
We'd rather be scared
Together than alone
chorus
Now hear this Robert Zimmerman
Though I don't suppose we 'll meet
Ask your good friend Dylan
If he'd gaze a while down the old street
Tell him they've lost his poems
So they're writing on the walls
Give us back our unity
Give us back our family
You're every nation's refugee
Don't leave us with their sanity
Chorus:
Ah, here she comes
Here she comes
Here she comes again
The same old painted lady
From the brow of the superbrain
She 'll scratch this world to pieces
As she comes on like an friend
But a couple of songs
From your old scrapbook
Could send her home again
Couple of songs
From your old scrapbook
Could send here home again
Ah, here she comes
Here she comes
Here she comes