Song to Bob

Awaken by a blast, sudden strike of the light
A passage to a long gone time to a vanished promised land
Visions of country fairs autumn breeze
caressing vast plains and swaying fields.
Traces of other lives, as if they were home to me.
You left your name and your town when you were just a kid
And headed to the unknown guided by the blowing wind
And before you knew you were circled and appointed by a crowd
Demanding madly aloud to be told how to feel
But you were no prophet, just a gifted human being
You had enough and changed the world from grey to colour
when you wired up yourself into the mainstream.
And with the blink of an eye caused by the opening bit of a drum
you started the new age of rock and poetry
Showing a new path guided by your legacy.
So it's the least I can do honouring you for this
Borrowing some of your moves like you did from Woody Guthrie
I would have traded my soul at the crossroads
just to be part of your trips,
to keep your strings in tune or carry your gear
Maybe jamming some songs in a smoky hotel room after your gigs.
And though I know that I am not worthy of you sharing time and tunes
I think I know how to be healed
Once again I'll go through the stormy rebellious and tormented
heavy atmosphere of the 60's and 70's
Carried by your light travelling in time and you with me