Mr. Tambourine Man (Live at Royal Albert Hall, London, UK - May 26, 1966)

Hey, Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me

I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to

Hey, Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me

In the jingle jangle morning, I'll come following you

Though I know that evening's empire

Has returned into sand

Vanished from my hand

Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping

My weariness amazes me

I'm branded on my feet

I have no one to meet

And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming

Hey, Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me

I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to

Hey, Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me

In the jingle jangle morning, I'll come following you

Take me on a trip upon your magic swirling ship

My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip

My toes too numb to step, wait only for my boot heels

To be wandering

I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade

Into my own parade

Cast your dancing spell my way

I promise to go under it

Hey, Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me

I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to

Hey, Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me

In the jingle jangle morning, I'll come following you

Though you might hear laughing, spinning

Swinging madly across the sun

It's not aimed at anyone, it's just escaping on the run

And but for the sky, there are no fences facing

And if you hear vague traces of skipping reels of rhyme

To your tambourine in time, it's just a ragged clown behind

I wouldn't pay it any mind, it's just a shadow

You're seeing that he's chasing

Hey, Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me

I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to

Hey, Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me

In the jingle jangle morning, I'll come following you

Then take me disappearing through the smoke rings of my mind

Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves

The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach