I fell asleep for to take my rest.
I dreamed a dream that make me sad,
Concerning myself and the first few friends I had.
With half-damp eyes I stared to the room
Where my friends and I spent many an afternoon,
Where we together weathered many a storm,
Laughin' and singing 'till the early hours of the morn'.
By the old wooden stove where our hats was hung,
Our words were told, our songs were sung,
Where we longed for nothin' and were satisfied
Joking and talking about the world outside.
We never thought we could ever get very old.
We thought we could sit forever in fun
Our chances really was a million to one.
As easy it was to tell black from white,
It was all that easy to tell wrong from right.
And our choices they were few and the thought never hit
That the one road we traveled would ever shatter and split.
How many a year has passed and gone,
Many a gamble has been lost and won.
And many a road taken by many a first friend,
And each one I've never seen again.
That we could sit simply in that room again.
Ten thousand dollars at the drop of a hat,
I'd give it all gladly if our lives could be like that.
Bob Dylan