I made a promise to not let go

Our tug of war has only made me want you more

Steeped in hard luck and doomed to roam

My love is braver than you know

My forefathers, they worked this land

And I was schooled in the tyranny of nature's plans

Dressed in thunder a cloud came around

Oh, in the shape of a lion a hand came down

Now, damn this valley and damn this cold

Well, take so long to let me know

It's plant and reap and plow and sow

But tell me, will it grow?

Dig my ditches in the golden sun

I'd be robbing these trains if I could catch me one

Now, Sunday, Monday and Tuesday's gone

Got me stone cold sober in a drought so long

Boarded mansions and ghost filled yards

There's a boy in a water tower counting cars

Steel trap open in empty stalls

Now there's a well worn saddle but the horse is gone

Now, damn this valley and damn this cold

Take so long to let me know

It's plant and reap and plow and sow

But tell me, will it grow?

(Will it grow?)

Jet black starlit midnight rolls

I am down in the garden where I let you go

Up on the surface the earth looks round

But it's a godless city of cold flat ground

Now, damn this valley and damn this cold

Take so long to let me know

It's plant and reap and plow and sow

But tell me, will it grow?

Will it grow?

Will it grow?

Will it grow?

Copyright: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): JAKOB DYLAN