歌手:Bob Dylan
专辑:《The Best Hits》

作词 : Bob Dylan
作曲 : Bob Dylan
Far between sundown's finish
an' midnight's broken toll
We ducked inside the doorway
thunder crashing
As majestic bells of bolts
struck shadows in the sounds
Seeming to be the chimes
of freedom flashing
Flashing for the warriors
whose strength is not to fight
Flashing for the refugees
on the unarmed road of flight
And for each an'
every underdog soldier
in the night
And we gazed upon the chimes
of freedom flashing
In the city's melted furnace
unexpectedly we watched
With faces hidden
while the walls were tightening
As the echo of the wedding bells
before the blowin' rain
Dissolved into the bells
of the lightning
Tolling for the rebel
tolling for the rake
Tolling for the luckless
the abandoned and forsaked
Tolling for the outcast
burnin' constantly at stake
And we gazed upon the chimes
of freedom flashing
Through the mad mystic hammering
of the wild ripping hail
The sky cracked its poems
in naked wonder
That the clinging of the church
bells blew far into the breeze
Leaving only bells of lightning
and its thunder
Striking for the gentle
striking for the kind
Striking for the guardians
and protectors of the mind
And the poet and the painter
far behind his rightful time
And we gazed upon the chimes
of freedom flashing
in the wild cathedral
evening the rain unraveled tales
For the disrobed faceless
forms of no position
Tolling for the tongues
with no place to bring their thoughts
All down in taken-for-granted situations
Tolling for the deaf and blind
tolling for the mute
For the mistreated
mateless mother
and mistitled prostitute
For the misdemeanor outlaw
chased an' cheated by pursuit
An' we gazed upon the chimes
of freedom flashing
Even though a cloud's white curtain
in a far-off corner flashed
An' the hypnotic splattered mist
was slowly lifting
Electric light still struck like arrows
fired but for the ones
Condemned to drift or else
be kept from drifting
Tolling for the searching ones
on their speechless, seeking trail
For the lonesome-hearted lovers
with too personal a tale
An' for each unharmful, gentle soul
misplaced inside a jail
An' we gazed upon the chimes
of freedom flashing
Starry-eyed an' laughing
as I recall when we were caught
Trapped by no track of hours
for they hanged suspended
As we listened one last time
an' we watched with one last look
Spellbound an' swallowed
til the tolling ended
Tolling for the aching
whose wounds cannot be nursed
For the countless confused, accused
misused, strung-out ones an' worse
An' for every hung-up person
in the whole wide universe
An' we gazed upon the chimes
of freedom flashing