To be alone and away from the one you love.
To travel a road alone, with no one to help you with the load you carry.
To be bested, tormented, and to confront travails on a crooked road that bends and twists and turns you in the wind.
Tomorrow is such a long time to wait to be with your only true love.
There is beauty in the flower, the rain, the rising of the Sun, but, nothing compares to the beauty of profound and deeply felt love of the one who will not turn their back on you in times of trials and tribulations.
Your own true love who will stand with you during the good times, and the bad times. The rich and bountiful times, and the lean and poor times.
To once again be with the one you love.
The one who stands by you through your best days and your worst days.
To be again with the one who has your back.
To be able to leave the gnashing of the world outside the door, as once again you feel the beating of the heart of the one who truly understands…..and loves you.
Here is the great Bob Dylan performing his acoustic classic “Tomorrow is a Long Time”, from his album Bob Dylan’s Greatest Hits Vol. II compilation, released in 1971. The song was recorded before a live audience. For many people, the first time they heard this song was at the end of Season 1 of the AMC series The Walking Dead.
Tomorrow is a Long Time (written by Bob Dylan)
If today was not an endless highway,
If tonight was not a crooked trail,
If tomorrow wasn’t such a long time,
Then lonesome would mean nothing to you at all.
Yes, and only if my own true love was waitin’,
Yes, and if I could hear her heart a-softly poundin’,
Only if she was lyin’ by me,
Then I’d lie in my bed once again.
I can’t see my reflection in the waters,
I can’t speak the sounds that show no pain,
I can’t hear the echo of my footsteps,
Or can’t remember the sound of my own name.
Yes, and only if my own true love was waitin’,
Yes, and if I could hear her heart a-softly poundin’,
Only if she was lyin’ by me,
Then I’d lie in my bed once again.
There’s beauty in the silver, singin’ river,
There’s beauty in the sunrise in the sky,
But none of these and nothing else can touch the beauty
That I remember in my true love’s eyes.
Yes, and only if my own true love was waitin’,
Yes, and if I could hear her heart a-softly poundin’,
Only if she was lyin’ by me,
Then I’d lie in my bed once again.
Ann
