When it is Time
When it is time for you to split the blue
You'll think of me and dwell on little things.
You will remember how my thoughts fell limp
As your voice neared me, drowning out the rest,
Remember that wild garden there that always
Made me dawdle, saying, “He, the one
I love, made this,” The falls, where I would ask,
“What is it you would have me know today?”
You will recall I called you Tambourine Man
And in the jingle jangle morning followed,
Trying with my might to not forget—
You see? I wrote it down to read it later
My soul is dead if not inclined to grasp
Your love, like wind in sails, billowing, driving,
Just as its sea-sweet breath encircles me,
Breathes into me, and gives my spirit breath.
I know you will remember little things,
Seeking me out as bones among the rhizomes,
Or ashes tossed upon the Bay of Fundy,
Or old, or ill, or just as I am now.
I know you'll seek me out, remembering
Your name's mark on my metamorphosis,
As my name's mark upon your hands and feet,
Emmanuel, Refiner's Fire, Lamb.
When it is time for you to split the blue
You'll think of me and dwell on little things.
You will remember how my thoughts fell limp
As your voice neared me, drowning out the rest,
Remember that wild garden there that always
Made me dawdle, saying, “He, the one
I love, made this,” The falls, where I would ask,
“What is it you would have me know today?”
You will recall I called you Tambourine Man
And in the jingle jangle morning followed,
Trying with my might to not forget—
You see? I wrote it down to read it later
My soul is dead if not inclined to grasp
Your love, like wind in sails, billowing, driving,
Just as its sea-sweet breath encircles me,
Breathes into me, and gives my spirit breath.
I know you will remember little things,
Seeking me out as bones among the rhizomes,
Or ashes tossed upon the Bay of Fundy,
Or old, or ill, or just as I am now.
I know you'll seek me out, remembering
Your name's mark on my metamorphosis,
As my name's mark upon your hands and feet,
Emmanuel, Refiner's Fire, Lamb.