Mother of Muses, sing for me

by Bob Dylan

for Rebecca del Rio

Sing of the mountains and the deep dark sea

Sing of the lakes and the nymphs of the forest

Sing your hearts out, all your women of the chorus

Sing of honor and fate and glory be

Mother of Muses, sing for me

Mother of Muses, sing for my heart

Sing of a love too soon to depart

Sing of the heroes who stood alone

Whose names are engraved on tablets of stone

Who struggled with pain so the world could go free

Mother of Muses, sing for me

Sing of Sherman, Montgomery, and Scott

And of Zhukov, and Patton, and the battles they fought

Who cleared the path for Presley to sing

Who carved the path for Martin Luther King

Who did what they did and they went on their way

Man, I could tell their stories all day

By Tony Attwood 

I'm falling in love with Calliope

She don't belong to anyone, why not give her to me?

She's speaking to me, speaking with her eyes

I've grown so tired of chasing lies

Mother of Muses, wherever you are

I've already outlived my life by far

Mother of Muses, unleash your wrath

Things I can't see, they're blocking my path

Show me your wisdom, tell me my fate

Put me upright, make me walk straight

Forge my identity from the inside out

You know what I'm talking about

Take me to the river, release your charms

Let me lay down a while in your sweet, loving arms

Wake me, shake me, free me from sin

Make me invisible, like the wind

Got a mind that ramble, got a mind that roam

I'm travelin' light and I'm a-slow coming home


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