Sixteen banners united over the fieldWhere the good shepherd grieves.Desperate men, desperate women divided,Spreading their wings \'neath the falling leaves.Fortune calls.\nI stepped forth from the shadows, to the marketplace,\nMerchants and thieves, hungry for power, my last deal gone down.\nShe\'s smelling sweet like the meadows where she was born,\nOn midsummer\'s eve, near the tower.\n\nThe cold-blooded moon.\nThe captain waits above the celebration\nSending his thoughts to a beloved maid\nWhose ebony face is beyond communication.\nThe captain is down but still believing that his love will be repaid.\n\nThey shaved her head.\nShe was torn between Jupiter and Apollo.\nA messenger arrived with a black nightingale.\nI seen her on the stairs and I couldn\'t helpbut follow,\nFollow her down past the fountain where they lifted her veil.\n\nI stumbled to my feet.\nI rode past destruction in the ditches\nWith the stitches still mending \'neath a heart-shaped tattoo.\nRenegade priests and treacherous young witches\nWere handing out the flowers that I\'d given to you.\n\nThe palace of mirrors\nWhere dog soldiers are reflected,\nThe endless road and the wailing of chimes,\nThe empty rooms where her memory is protected,\nWhere the angels\' voices whisper to the souls of previous times.\n\nShe wakes him up\nForty-eight hours later, the sun is breaking\nNear broken chains, mountain laurel and rolling rocks.\nShe\'s begging to know what measures he now will be taking.\nHe\'s pulling her down and she\'s clutching on to his long golden locks.\n\nGentlemen, he said,\nI don\'t need your organization, I\'ve shined your shoes,\nI\'ve moved your mountains and marked your cards\nBut Eden is burning, either brace yourself for elimination\nOr else your hearts must have the courage for the changing of the guards.\n\nPeace will come\nWith tranquility and splendor on the wheels of fire\nBut will bring us no reward when her false idols fall\nAnd cruel death surrenders with its pale ghost retreating\nBetween the King and the Queen of Swords.\n\n\nvideo Changing of the Guards /Bob Dylan&John Lennon /Bob, Changing, Dylan, Guards, John, Lennon, of, the, video