| Lyrics: | by Bob Dylan
Oh, the benches were stained with tears and perspiration,
The birdies
were flying from tree to tree.
There was little to say, there was no conversation
As I
stepped to the stage to pick up my degree.
And the locusts sang off in the distance,
Yeah,
the locusts sang such a sweet melody.
Oh, the locusts sang off in the distance,
Yeah, the
locusts sang and they were singing for me.
I glanced into the chamber where the judges
were talking,
Darkness was everywhere, it smelled like a tomb.
I was ready to leave, I was
already walkin',
But the next time I looked there was light in the room.
And the locusts
sang, yeah, it give me a chill,
Oh, the locusts sang such a sweet melody.
Oh, the locusts
sang their high whining trill,
Yeah, the locusts sang and they were singing for me.
Outside of the gates the trucks were unloadin',
The weather was hot, a-nearly 90 degrees.
The man standin' next to me, his head was exploding,
Well, I was prayin' the pieces wouldn't
fall on me.
Yeah, the locusts sang off in the distance,
Yeah, the locusts sang such a
sweet melody.
Oh, the locusts sang off in the distance,
And the locusts sang and they were
singing for me.
I put down my robe, picked up my diploma,
Took hold of my sweetheart
and away we did drive,
Straight for the hills, the black hills of Dakota,
Sure was glad to
get out of there alive.
And the locusts sang, well, it give me a chill,
Yeah, the locusts
sang such a sweet melody.
And the locusts sang with a high whinin' trill,
Yeah, the
locusts sang and they was singing for me,
Singing for me, well, singing for me. |
