Written by Bob Dylan 



My love, she speaks like silence

Without ideals or violence

She doesn't have to say she's faithful

But she's true, like ice, like fire

People carry roses

Make promises by the hours

My love laughs like the flowers

Valentines can't buy her



In the dime stores and bus stations

People talk of situations

Read books, repeat quotations

Draw conclusions on the wall

Some speak of the future

My love, she speaks softly

She knows there's no success like failure

And that failure's no success at all



The cloak and dagger dangles

Madams light the candles

In ceremonies of the horsemen

Even the pawn must hold a grudge

Statues made of matchsticks

Crumble into one another

My love winks, she does not bother

She knows too much to argue or to judge



The bridge at midnight trembles

The country doctor rambles

Bankers' nieces seek perfection

Expecting all the gifts that wise men bring

The wind howls like a hammer

The night goes rainy

My love, she's like some raven

At my window with a broken wing



My love, she speaks like silence

Without ideals or violence

She doesn't have to say she's faithful

To all the gifts that wise men bring

The wind howls like a hammer

The night goes rainy

My love, she's like some raven

At my window with a broken wing