Biograph

Title: Caribbean Wind
Artist: Bob Dylan
Album: Biograph (Track #1)
Duration: 05:54
Label: Sony Music Entertainment

(as sung at the Fox Warfield theatre, San Francisco November 12, 1980 transcription clearly unfinished!) She was from Haiti, fair brown and intense And then i took over the Lord Attendin' the show in Miami, in the theater of divine company. Talkin' about Jesus, talked about the rain She told me about the vision, told me about the pain That has arisen from the ashes abided in her memory. Is she a child or a woman? i really can't say, Something about her said, "Trust me" anyway As the days turned to minutes and the minutes turned back into hours. Could i've been used and played as a pawn? It certainly was possible as the gay night wore on But victory was mine, and i held it with the help of God's power. And that Caribbean wind still blows from Trinidad to Mexico The circle of light and the furnace of desire And them distant ships of liberty on them iron waves so bold and free Bringing everything that's near to me, nearer to the fire. Shadows grew closer as we touched on the floor Prodigal son sitting next to the door Preaching resistance, waitin' for the night to arrive. He was well connected, but his heart was a snare 'Cause she had left him to die in there And i knew he could get out while he still was alive. Stars on my balcony, buzz in my head Slayin' [Bob Dylan?] in my bed Street band playin', "Nearer My God To Thee." She never did see me where the mission bells ring She said, "I know what you're thinkin', but there ain't a thing You can do about it, so you might as well agree to agree'.' And that Caribbean wind blows hard from the Valley coast into my backyard Drivin' all your love to the furnace of desire And them distant ships of liberty on them iron waves so bold and free Bringing everything that's near to me, nearer to the fire. Atlantic City by the cruel sea I hear a voice cryin' "Daddy", i always think it's for me But it's only the silence in the buttermilk hills that call. Bearin' new messages, bringin' evil reports Of riotin' armies and time that is short And earthquakes and train wrecks and death threats written on walls. Would I have married her? i don't know, i suppose She had bells on her braids and they hung to her toes The curtain was risin' and like they say, the ship will sail at dawn. And i felt it come over me, some kind of gloom My voice said, "Come on with me girl, I got plenty of room." But i know i'd be lyin', and besides she had already gone. And that Caribbean wind still howls from Tokyo to the British Isles We never walked in to that furnace of desire And them distant ships of liberty on 'em iron waves so bold and free Bringing everything that's near to me, nearer to the fire.