Mother, you saw my eyes
On the Fourth of July
Under a banner of Roman candles
Mother, war is kind
Like hell, but I am fine
Brother, have you gone west?
You followed through once yet?
You are still younger, how dare you forget
Brother, war is best
In the morning, when you've had rest
Like a lost dog between houses
In the unknown open country
You line up at dawn to see who's missing
My age is a metaphor
That only speaks of everything before
Daughter, you wear my name
Those are my eyes, keep 'em raised
I may have scars but I give more than I take
Daughter, war is safe
Where you are far away
Now, lover, are you gone?
My heart has taken too much on
One octave lower than thunder, it drums
Lover, war is done
In more ways than just one
Like a lost dog between houses
In the unknown open country
Like an outlaw, now, standing at the foot of infinity
The sun is wild, and just in front of me
On the Fourth of July
Under a banner of Roman candles
Mother, war is kind
Like hell, but I am fine
Brother, have you gone west?
You followed through once yet?
You are still younger, how dare you forget
Brother, war is best
In the morning, when you've had rest
Like a lost dog between houses
In the unknown open country
You line up at dawn to see who's missing
My age is a metaphor
That only speaks of everything before
Daughter, you wear my name
Those are my eyes, keep 'em raised
I may have scars but I give more than I take
Daughter, war is safe
Where you are far away
Now, lover, are you gone?
My heart has taken too much on
One octave lower than thunder, it drums
Lover, war is done
In more ways than just one
Like a lost dog between houses
In the unknown open country
Like an outlaw, now, standing at the foot of infinity
The sun is wild, and just in front of me
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Esiste una poesia con lo stesso nome di Stephen Crane che probabilmente è servita di ispirazione per il titolo. Quella di Dylan è una lettera di un soldato ai suoi cari.