[vc_row][vc_column][vc_message message_box_color=”mulled_wine” icon_fontawesome=”fa fa-quote-left”]Well my heart’s in the Highlands gentle and fair
Honeysuckle blooming in the wildwood air
Bluebelles blazing where the Aberdeen waters flow
Well my heart’s in the Highland
I’m gonna go there when I feel good enough to go[/vc_message][/vc_column][/vc_row]
Lovely version.
Madison Square Garden
New York City, New York
27 July 1999
Bob Dylan (vocal & guitar)
Charlie Sexton (guitar)
Larry Campbell (guitar, mandolin, pedal steel guitar & electric slide guitar)
[vc_row][vc_column][vc_message message_box_color=”mulled_wine” icon_fontawesome=”fa fa-quote-left”]Come gather ’round friends and I’ll tell you a tale
Of when the red iron pits ran plenty
But the cardboard filled windows and old men on the benches
Tell you now that the whole town is empty[/vc_message][/vc_column][/vc_row]
Freebody Park Porch # 1 of Newport Casino Newport, Rhode Island 27 July 1963
In the north end of town, my own children are grown
Well, I was raised on the other
In the wee hours of youth my mother took sick
And I was brought up by my brother
The iron ore poured as the years passed the door
The drag lines an’ the shovels they was a-humming
‘Til one day my brother failed to come home
The same as my father before him
Well, a long winter’s wait from the window I watched
My friends, they couldn’t have been kinder
And my schooling was cut as I quit in the spring
To marry John Thomas, a miner
Oh, the years passed again and the givin’ was good
With the lunch bucket filled every season
What with three babies born, the work was cut down
To a half a day’s shift with no reason
Then the shaft was soon shut and more work was cut
And the fire in the air, it felt frozen
‘Til a man come to speak and he said in one week
That number eleven was closin’
They complained in the east, they are paying too high
They say that your ore ain’t worth digging
That it’s much cheaper down in the South American towns
Where the miners work almost for nothing
So the mining gates locked and the red iron rotted
And the room smelled heavy from drinking
When the sad, silent song made the hour twice as long
As I waited for the sun to go sinking
I lived by the window as he talked to himself
This silence of tongues it was building
Then one morning’s wake, the bed it was bare
And I’s left alone with three children
The summer is gone, the ground’s turning cold
The stores one by one they’re a-foldin’
My children will go as soon as they grow
Well, there ain’t nothing here now to hold them
[vc_row][vc_column][vc_message message_box_color=”mulled_wine” icon_fontawesome=”fa fa-quote-left”]Far between sundown’s finish an’ midnight’s broken toll
We ducked inside the doorway, thunder crashing
As majestic bells of bolts struck shadows in the sounds
Seeming to be the chimes of freedom flashing[/vc_message][/vc_column][/vc_row]
Freebody Park
Newport, Rhode Island
26 July 1964 Newport Folk Festival
[vc_row][vc_column][vc_message message_box_color=”mulled_wine” icon_fontawesome=”fa fa-quote-left”]Shadows are falling and I’ve been here all day
It’s too hot to sleep, time is running away
Feel like my soul has turned into steel
I’ve still got the scars that the sun didn’t heal
There’s not even room enough to be anywhere
It’s not dark yet, but it’s getting there[/vc_message][/vc_column][/vc_row]
Pepsi Arena Albany, New York 20 July 1999
Musicians:
Bob Dylan (vocal & guitar)
Charlie Sexton (guitar)
Larry Campbell (guitar, mandolin, pedal steel guitar & electric slide guitar)
Tony Garnier (bass)
David Kemper (drums & percussion)
Well, my sense of humanity has gone down the drain
Behind every beautiful thing there’s been some kind of pain
She wrote me a letter and she wrote it so kind
She put down in writing what was in her mind
I just don’t see why I should even care
It’s not dark yet, but it’s getting there
Well, I’ve been to London and I’ve been to gay Paree
I’ve followed the river and I got to the sea
I’ve been down on the bottom of a world full of lies
I ain’t looking for nothing in anyone’s eyes
Sometimes my burden seems more than I can bear
It’s not dark yet, but it’s getting there
I was born here and I’ll die here against my will
I know it looks like I’m moving, but I’m standing still
Every nerve in my body is so vacant and numb
I can’t even remember what it was I came here to get away from
Don’t even hear a murmur of a prayer
It’s not dark yet, but it’s getting there
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