Diamonds And Rust

Well, I'll be damned

Here comes your ghost again

But that's not unusual

It's just that the moon is full

And you happened to call

And here I sit

Hand on the telephone

Hearing a voice I'd known

A couple of light years ago

Heading straight for a fall

As I remember your eyes

Were bluer than robin's eggs

My poetry was lousy, you said

"Where were you calling from?"

"A booth in the Midwest."

Ten years ago I bought you some cufflinks

You brought me something

We both know what memories can bring

They bring diamonds and rust

Well, you burst on the scene were already a legend

The unwatched phenomenon

The original vagabond

You strayed into my arms

And there you stayed

Temporarily lost at sea

The Madonna was yours for free

Yes, the girl on the half shell

Could keep you unharmed

Now I see you standing with brown leaves falling all around

And snow in your hair

Now you're smiling

Out the window of that crummy hotel over Washington Square

Our breath comes out white cloud

Mingles and hangs in the air

Speaking strictly for me

We both could've died then and there

Now you're telling me you're not nostalgic

Then give me another word for it

You who're so good with words

And at keeping thing vague

Cause I need some of that vagueness now

It's all come back too clearly

Yes , I love you dearly

And if you're offering me diamonds and rust

I've already paid

This is a story about Joan Baez and Bob Dylan.