(bob dylan)

The winter wind

Is blowing so strong

My hands have got

No gloves



Wish to my sole

That I could have

The boy I'm dreaming of



Don't you remember mebabe

I remember you quite well

Caused me to leave

All of new york town

With a high sheriff on my tail



A high sheriff on my tailboys

High sheriff on my trail.



All because I've fallen for

A curly headed dark-eyed boy



Who's gonna stroke

Your coal black hair

And your sandy colored skin

Who's gonna walk you side by side

And tell you everything is alright



Who's gonna look

You straight in the eye

And hold your bad luck hand



Who's gonna walk you

Who's gonna talk to you

And who's gonna be your woman

The winter wind

Is blowing so strong

My hands have got

No gloves



Don't you remember mebabe

I remember you quite well