LONG TIME GONE 



(Bob Dylan; revised wording and arrangement by O.V. Michaelsen)



My parents raised me tenderly, I was their only son;

My mind got mixed with wanderin' when I was much too young.

Was just a kid of thirteen years when I first left my home;

Been a long time comin', Ma, I'll be a long time gone.



On a road through south New Mexico, in the dust and rolling sage,

I thought I'd try to find some work, but they said I was young of age.

My eyes, they burned, when I heard, “Go home where you belong.”

Been a long time comin' and I'll be a long time gone.



Many times by the highway side I tried to flag a ride.

With bloodshot eyes and gritting teeth, I'd watch the cars roll by.

In the empty air, my only guide, I traveled on alone,

Been a long time comin' and I'll be a long time gone.



You might see me on your crossroads, when I'll be passing through,

And dream you'll one day follow as I drift beyond your view,

Destined for a journey that will never lead me home—

Been a long time comin' and I'll be a long time gone.



If I could help one drifter on this long, relentless road,

I'd warn him of its random ways and the dangers it might hold,

But I know I ain't no prophet and I ain't no prophet's son—

Just a long time comin' and I'll be a long time gone.



So you can have your beauty when skin-deep, it only lies,

And you can have your youthhood, it will fade before your eyes.

When my roving days are through, just carve upon my stone:

“Been a long time comin' and I'll be a long time gone.”