Caribbean Wind
Bob Dylan
Intro: G Bm Em C G Bm Em D C
G Bm
She was the rose of Sharon from paradise lost
Em C
From the city of seven hills near the place of the cross.
G Bm Em D C
I was playing a show in Miami in the theater of divine comedy.
G Bm
Told about Jesus, told me about the rain,
Em C
She told me about the jungle where her brothers were slain
G Bm Em D C
By a man who invented iron and disappeared so mysteriously.
G Bm
Was she a child or an angel, did we go too far?
Em C
Were we sniper bait? Did we follow a star?
G Bm Em D C
Through a hole in a wall to where the long arm of the law could not reach.
G Bm
Could I have been used and played as a pawn?
Em C
It certainly was possible as the gay night wore on
G Bm Em D C
Where men bathed in perfume and celebrated hoax of free speech.
Chorus:
C D G C
And them Caribbean winds still blow from Nassau to Mexico
G C D
Fanning the flames in the furnace of desire
C D G C
And them distant ships of liberty on them iron waves so bold and free,
G C D G
Bringing everything that's near to me nearer to the fire.
G Bm Em C G Bm Em D C
G Bm
Sea breeze blowing, there’s a hell hound loose
Em C
Three free men will escape from the noose
G Bm Em D C
Patient Paton Saint of Salvation waiting on the knight to arrive.
G Bm
He was well connected but her heart was a snare
Em C
And she had left him to die in there,
G Bm Em D C
He was going down slow just barely staying alive.
G Bm
The cry of the peacock, flies buzz my head,
Em C
Ceiling fan broken, there's a heat in my bed,
G Bm Em D C
Street band playing "Nearer My God to Thee."
G Bm
We met at the station where the mission bells ring,
Em C
She said, "I know what you're thinking, but there ain't a thing
G Bm Em D C
You can do about it, so let us just agree to agree."
Chorus:
C D G C
And them Caribbean winds still blow from Nassau to Mexico
G C D
Fanning the flames in the furnace of desire
C D G C
And them distant ships of liberty on them iron waves so bold and free,
G C D G
Bringing everything that's near to me nearer to the fire.
G Bm Em C G Bm Em D C
G Bm
Atlantic City by the cold grey sea
Em C
I hear a voice crying, "Daddy," I always think it's for me,
G Bm Em D C
But it's only the silence in the Buttermilk Hills that call.
G Bm
Every new messenger bringing evil report
Em C
'Bout armies on the march and time that is short
G Bm Em D C
And famines and earthquakes and train wrecks tearing down the wall.
G Bm
Did you ever have a dream that you couldn’t explain?
Em C
Did you ever meet two accusers face to face in the rain?
G Bm Em D C
She had cold brown eyes that I would forget has long as she’s gone.
G Bm
I saw screws break loose, I see the devil pounding on tin,
Em C
I saw a house in the country being torn from within.
G Bm Em D C
I heard my ancestors calling from the land far beyond.
Chorus:
C D G C
And them Caribbean winds still blow from Nassau to Mexico
G C D
Fanning the flames in the furnace of desire
C D G C
And them distant ships of liberty on them iron waves so bold and free,
G C D G
Bringing everything that's near to me nearer to the fire.
G Bm Em C G Bm Em D C
(This is the Biograph version released in 1985. I tried my best to correct the lyrics where possible.
Bob has been known to mumble a little - sometimes.)