Caribbean Wind She was the rose of Sharon from paradise lost From the city of seven hills near the place of the cross I was playing a show in Miami in the theater of divine comedy Told about Jesus, told about the rain She told me about the jungle where her brothers were slain By a man who danced on the roof of the embassy Was she a child or a woman, I can’t say which From one to another she could easily switch We went into the wall to where the long arm of the law could not reach Could I been used and played as a pawn? It certainly was possible as the gay night wore on Where men bathed in perfume and celebrated free speech And them Caribbean winds still blow from Nassau to Mexico Fanning the flames in 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 She looked into my soul through the clothes that I wore She said, “We got a mutual friend over by the door And you know he’s got our best interest in mind” He was well connected but her heart was a snare And she had left him to die in there There were payments due and he was a little behind The cry of the peacock, flies buzz my head Ceiling fan broken, there’s a heat in my bed Street band playing “Nearer My God to Thee” We met at the steeple where the mission bells ring She said, “I know what you’re thinking, but there ain’t a thing You can do about it, so let us just agree to agree” And them Caribbean winds still blow from Nassau to Mexico Fanning the flames in 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 cold grey sea I hear a voice crying, “Daddy,” I always think it’s for me But it’s only the silence in the buttermilk hills that call Every new messenger brings evil report ’Bout armies on the march and time that is short And famines and earthquakes and hatred written upon walls Would I have married her? I don’t know, I suppose She had bells in her braids and they hung to her toes But I kept hearing my name and had to be movin’ on I saw screws break loose, saw the devil pound tin I saw a house in the country being torn from within I heard my ancestors calling from the land far beyond And them Caribbean winds still blow from Nassau to Mexico Fanning the flames in 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

BOB DYLAN-Yonder Comes Sin Rare Recordings Vol. 2, Artwork included. Directly from my harddiscs>TLH>HC>You Thanks to the original uploader and the makers of this beauty What I have is what you get, Enjoy! Here is the original info: Essential compilation of rarities in the best quality around Compiled and remastered by Pink Robert and Captain Acid 1. Yonder Comes Sin 2. Angelina 3. Carribean Wind 4. Let It Be Me 5. Dead Man, Dead Man 6. Don't Ever Take Yourself Away 7. Need A Woman 8. Important Words 9. Got Love If You Want It 10. Silvio 11. Series Of Dreams - version 1 12. Series Of Dreams - version 2 13. Series Of Dreams - version 3 Track 1: Special Rider demo, Rundown Studios, Los Angeles, autumn 1980 Track 2: Rundown Studios, Santa Monica, March 24, 1981 Track 3: Studio 55, Los Angeles, March 31, 1981 Track 4: United Western Studios, Los Angeles, April 2, 1981 Track 5: Clover Studios, Los Angeles, April 1981 Track 6: Clover Studios, Los Angeles, April 23, 1981 Track 7: Clover Studios, Los Angeles, April 27, 1981 Tracks 8-10: Sunset Sound Studios, Los Angeles, April 1987 Tracks 11-13: Studio-On-The-Move, New Orleans, April 1989