Текст: Bob Dylan. Down In The Groove. Rank Strangers To Me.

I wandered again to my home in the mountain
Where in youth's early dawn, I was happy and free
I looked for my friends but I never could find them
I found they were all rank strangers to me

Everybody I met seemed to be a rank stranger
No mother or dad, not a friend could I see
They knew not my name and I knew not their faces
I found they were all rank strangers to me

"They'd've all moved away", said the voice of a stranger
To that beautiful [Incomprehensible] that bright, crystal sea
Some beautiful day, I'll meet 'em in heaven
Where no one will be a stranger to me

Everybody I met seemed to be a rank stranger
No mother or dad, not a friend could I see
They knew not my name and I knew not their faces
I found they were all rank strangers to me